Tests of a Child: HunterxHunter FanFiction
Chapter 1 –
In classroom 368, fourth floor 2000 building of Inuvik Elementary School, the teacher called for attendance. "Tyler, Stephanie, Mitch, Leaf, Henley, Alcon, Amelia, Geoin…" The rhythm of call and response between the students and teacher was broken with the last name. The middle aged woman looked around her classroom for the missing student. There, were Geoin's seat was placed, sat the missing boy, sound asleep.
The teacher walked to the young boy who sat in the fourth row of seats. Slipping past the seats of children, she arrived to the side of the desk were young Geoin slept. She stood for a moment contemplating, scheming. An idea came to her. Reaching under the boy's head, lifted it up and dropped it.
The room filled with a slight cry as a loud thump was heard throughout the whole classroom. All of the students erupted with loud laughter, finding the boy's misery funny. The teacher then calmly walked to the front of the room, leaving the embarrassed boy to suffer at his desk.
"Now," The teacher said slowly, gaining all of the student's attention, except Geoin's who was holding his head, trying to will away his newly formed headache. "Would Mr. Geoin Doe care to explain how he fell asleep when class hadn't even begun yet?"
Geoin, hearing her, shook his head while it was still placed in his hands.
"What Mr. Doe," The teacher looked confused by the gesture that her student had made. "I didn't know the shaking your head was an answer."
Geoin lifted his head to face his teacher. He was blushing and clearly embarrassed. "I was tired, ma'am."
She nodded in mock understanding. "Tired, did you sleep okay?"
"Yes ma'am." It was said simply.
"You didn't stay up to late trying to finish all the missing assignments that you have yet to turn in?" The students snickered.
"No Mrs. Collins."
"Illness?" More snickering.
"No."
"Some weird tummy-ache in the middle of the night?" Even more snickering.
Geoin though about this. "No ma'am."
"Some unexplainable nightmare?"
Yes. I didn't want to lie, but it wasn't something I was willing to share with her or the class. "No Ma'am."
"Well then." Mrs. Collins walked to her desk and picked a thick stack of papers. The class groaned. "As punishment for Mr. Doe's little siesta the entire class will read chapters 45-50 in the text book, answer questions, and write an essay on every single chapter. This is due in two days." She passed the questions, paper, and books down each row to pass back.
Geoin's POV:
Being the last one in my row I was automatically the one to take all of the extras back up to the teacher. After putting my set of things on my desk I walked everything to the teacher, set it on her desk, and went back to my seat. I stumbled over my student's careless feet before reaching my desk, and sat down. I stared at the surface of my table, a noticeable cleanness to the surface of it.
Looking around I found the person to my right seemed to have two text books and an extra thick packet. The snickering of my peers met my ears. To put it simply, I was humiliated. I listened to pencils on paper, sneezes of my classmates around me (which always earned a 'bless you' from me), and the ticking of the clock as seconds passed by.
Lunch seemed to come later than normal, but it finally rang. I followed everyone to the lunch room, then to recess. Walking by myself, I made my way to a tree. The same place I sat since I came to this school 7 years ago. Taking my seat, I watched children climb on the jungle gym and swing on the swing set.
After making sure no one was around me, I closed my eyes and listened to the wind blow through the trees. Matching my breathing with the pattern of the rustling leaves I thought back to this morning. Even though this morning was not that different with the other day at school, I reminded me of the dream I had last night. Thinking back I could only remember red; kind of like fire, or as the coloring red. The dream had left me sweaty, 'pissed off', and with adrenaline that didn't allow me to fall back to sleep.
Third Person Limited: Geoin –
A rock collided with his head, reawakening his headache. Rubbing his head new wound, Geoin found fingers entangling in his blond, shaggy hair and pulling it so his head was facing up. His hands instinctually Geoin rose his hands to the offending hand and grabbing it, putting pressure on it to lower his back onto the ground.
"Hey pretty boy," Geoin's eye's snapped open and looked up at the sound of the male's familiar voice. Blue eyes found the dull brown of Fredrick Cleaverson.
"Let go." He said quietly in response, attempting to squeeze the hand that was caught in his hair. His mind was clenched in fear as he starred at the group of students that had circle around him.
"Really? Why should I?" Fredrick was one of the bullies on the school. Geoin just had the pleasure to be in the same class with him. He same one he had unintentionally gave more homework to. He tightened his grip on Geoin's hair.
I squeezed my eyes back together. "It hurts!" I gasped.
Ignoring his plea Fredrick said, closing the distance between them, "I know you're a blond so I'll say this slowly. Since you insist," He spit the words out, covering Geoin's face with saliva. "On making everyone's life a living hell in class you should leave." He released the blond boy's hair slowly, taking some of the longer strand with him, and stepped back. Everyone around him nodded in agreement. "Go find some dumpster to live in, you freak." All the students in the circle giggled at him.
Geoin's POV:
"He smells!" Only because I'm so afraid of my assigned dorm at the orphanage that I sleep in the toilet stall.
"You're stupid!" Well, my assignments are stolen! It's not my fault everyone distracts me! Plus I can't read.
"Nobody likes ya!"Someone drawled. I've never actually had a conversation with anyone, though I have tried to start one. Do you know how hard it is to sit with people at lunch if they just keep getting up and moving?
"He looks like a twig!" We don't exactly get an entire meal at the orphanage.
"…whore." My eyes snapped open.
"What did you say?" I stared up at my audience, my tormenters.
"Um…your mom." I asked, standing up. Everyone stared at me stupidly. "What were you saying about my mother?" Snarling, I grabbed the closest person to me. Unfortunately it was a tall boy. I had grabbed the collar of his tee-shirt and bent him down to me, face to face.
The big boy gasped, and attempted to escape my grip. I tightened my hand on his shirt, making sure he didn't move.
First Person Gareth:
The boy had taken me and bent me down to him. I had prided myself on being tall; saying no one in the world could beat me. Now this little runt, someone I didn't even know (seeing I had just come with the crowd just for the ride), had bested me in something so trivial, strength. I looked down at his hand, which held me captive. I tried to struggle out, squeeze his hand, and even stand back up. Nothing worked, all the while he had asked twice about who had besmirched his mother's name. Well who cared about his stupid mother. "'I bet his mother was a whore'" I repeated to him. There if that's he wanted then what did it matter if he got his answer. Meeting his eyes in defiance, I gasped at the difference. Oh my God! I thought as I stared at his ruby red eyes, fury ignited within them.