A/N: Hey there peeps. First time writing a Fallout 3 fanfic so please go easy on me. Anyways, here's a little epilogue. I hope you guys enjoy it! Reviews are appreciated!
Mr. Brotch arranged the papers on his desk as the students came flooding in the classroom. He looked at the clock and hoped no one would be late. It was the first day of school for these kids. He looked at the clock again and assigned the students to their seats. The parents all came out of the classroom as the classes started, including the Overseer, whose daughter happens to be one of his students.
"Hello everyone, I am Mr. Brotch. I'm going to be your teacher for… who knows when," he said, greeting his new students.
"Goodmorning Mr. Brotch," the class answered in chorus.
"Now, let's go check the attendance then we can get started," Mr. Brotch said, picking up a clipboard on which an attendance sheet was attached. He looked around and started calling the names of his students for an attendance check.
"Butch?"
"Here teach," a little boy with blue eyes said, raising his hand and placing his foot on the desk.
"Glad to see you made it, Mr. DeLoria. Oh, and please put your foot down," he said, eyeing him. Butch made a face and put his down, earning him a few giggles from his classmates.
"Paul?"
"What? Oh! Here!" a young, dark-skinned boy said, attempting to hide his issue number one Captain Cosmos comic book.
"Hey there, Junior. Now just to make it clear, you kids aren't allowed to bring comic books in class. Understood?"
"Yes Mr. Brotch," the class answered in chorus.
"Freddie?"
"Here teacher," Freddie said, the son of Officer Gomez, one of the Overseer's men.
"Wally?"
"Here," the stoic child said. This kid was a Mack. His brother, Stevie Mack, had been trying to get in the security force, but people think otherwise due to his… violent disposition.
"Alright, let's move on to the girls," Mr. Brotch said. "Amata?"
"Here!" Amata said with a sweet smile on her face. Butch's blue eyes met Overseer's daughter's and he made a face. "Daddy's girl…"
"Mister Brotch!" Amata protested, earning her another scowl from the troublesome boy. "Alright Butch, that's enough," Mr. Brotch said, crossing his arms.
"But I didn't do anything!" he said in a defiant tone. For a boy his age he's already quite the troublemaker. "Crybaby…" he muttered to himself.
"Okay, now where were we? Sabine?"
There was no response. Mr. Brotch looked around and saw an empty seat. "Where could James' daughter be?" he murmured to himself. Suddenly, tiny frantic footsteps approached the room. A little girl popped at the classroom door, panting and wheezing. "I-I'm sorry I'm late Mr. Brotch," she said. Her skin was a creamy white and her frazzled dark hair hung in a loose ponytail. Her glasses, which were too big for her face, was sliding down her tiny nose, framing her chubby face. Her chocolate brown eyes avoided contact. Her father, James quickly caught up with her.
"I'm sorry my daughter's late Edwin," James said. "The child decided to stay up late reading books again," he explained with a chuckle. Mr. Brotch smiled. "Like father like daughter, I see. Okay then, I will let it pass this time, since it's her first day of school. Okay Sabine, say goodbye to your daddy."
The little girl turned around to embrace her father. "Bye bye daddy," she squeaked, almost not letting go of her father. "Be a good girl, sweetie. I'll pick you up after school, okay?" Sabine just nodded and her father left. Of course, the father and daughter's display of parental sweetness earned her a scowl from Butch. "Another daddy's girl. No wonder she's friends with the Overseer's brat." Pretending to stretch, he tripped the newcomer, causing her to stumble and land face first on the ground.
Sabine didn't know what happened. All she remembered was she fell and now she's clutching her bloody nose. Amata came rushing to her aid while the rest of the class was laughing at the little accident. "Haha! Nice face you got there, nosebleed!" Butch yelled, earning him a glare from Mr. Brotch. Sabine managed to stand up and throw a boot directly to Butch's face. Laughter erupted again, but this time it was directed to him.
"Alright, that's enough. Butch, go sit in the corner," Mr. Brotch said while Amata helped Sabine retrieve her boot. "But I was only stretching!" he reasoned, rubbing his face. "Funny, that's the same thing your father said to me years ago," he deadpanned, accompanying the boy in the seat and putting a hat on his small head.
"Now everything's settled, let's get back to checking the attendance," he said, picking up the clipboard.
Sabine looked over her shoulder and glared at Butch. Butch caught her looking and slid his tongue out. Sabine retorted by squishing her nose with her finger and crossing her eyes, making him burst out in laughter.
"Butch!" Mr. Brotch yelled, making the little boy cower in shame. Sab only giggled as he tried to reason with their teacher.
This is going to be the start of an amazing friendship.