I'm hoping to gain some inspiration from doing this little project. Maybe get my muse going high again. So, one hundred one-shots, can be based off of lines, songs, ANYTHING. I might also request some ideas... So stay tuned. ;3 These oneshots may be AU. Ex: I might say Loganator was bullied in one, then say he wasn't in another. Also, trying new writing style.
Title: Swirly Slide.
Protagonist: Carlos.
Genre: I dunno.
Pairings: None. Just friendship.
POV(in order): Carlos/?
Time: First Grade.
Other: Don't own BTR. Sigh. And this story seems kind of creepy... lol
The snow gently fell, drifting west, as that's where the soft breezes directed the flakes to go. The window was constantly fogged with condensation, as it was below zero outside, and seventy degrees inside. A boy stared out the window longingly, looking at a particular playground toy with a hidden emotion engraved in his eyes. One could say he didn't have any friends, but yet to the little boy the one slide was enough. Many thought he had a mental ailment, no matter how much persuading the boy tried to force upon them. Just because he liked an inanimate object; didn't mean there was something wrong with him.
He was confused as to why he was having school this day; did they not see the gently cascading snow that the sky released down to Earth? He was utterly baffled as aforementioned. Knowing Minnesota, the count would probably rise to at least three feet; and that was before the snow had barely even begun. The latino boy had awoken to a particularly bright day; and he didn't need to be told twice that little flakes were already descending from the sky. Although; inside of him hoped that they would be allowed recess; though knowing his luck, it was a false desire...
"Carlos," A voice seemed to echo. "What is a noun?"
"Huh?" I snapped out of my hypnosis as the sound of my name reached my ears; perking up like a dog. I noticed my cheek was hot from leaning it on my fist for a while.
The teacher; Mrs. Klaw, and I was totally fumbling around with an idea right now why she would spell her name with a "K" instead of a "C"; was tapping her foot impatiently; her rimmed glasses set at the bottom of her nose. She was a substitute today.
"What is a noun?" The said teacher folded her arms stiffly; repeating the sentence with greater force.
"Uh..." I stammered; biting my lip; racking my mind for the lesson the previous day.
"Were you paying attention?" Mrs. Klaw interrogated, tipping a brow.
"Uh..." I was still searching for words, though my brain did not just agree with me today. I let out a sigh of defeat when I realized there wasn't an alibi. "No."
Laughter rippled through the class of kids. I hung my head shamefacedly, heat rushing to my cheeks as my eyebrows furrowed. Please stop laughing... I begged silently, willing myself not to bawl. A specific raven-haired boy was staring at my sympathetically, and I met his chocolate gaze with a void look.
"Please, try you're best to pay attention next time," She almost uttered the words in a sneer; and my head was still hung low.
"Yes," I murmured, trying to ignore the giggles that weren't subsiding.
"Logan," Mrs. Claw called sharply. The raven-haired boy that was eyeing me prior snapped his head up. "Since you're obviously a good student, why don't you tell us what a noun is?"
I clenched my fists and gritted my teeth. Does she have to taunt me like that?
"A noun is a person, place, thing, or idea," The boy in question replied, slightly dazed.
I wasn't paying any mind, again, and was gazing at the clock.
11:30. The time seemed to mock me. I sighed, twiddling my thumbs and staring ahead distantly. Just a half-hour until I can go outside and play on the swirly slide.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Swirly.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Hungry. I'm hungry.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
That's going to drive me insane.
Tick. Tock. Tickkkk... Toooockkk... Tiiiicckkk... Toockk...
What time did I go to bed last night?
"Mr. Garcia!" A heavy book landed on my desk, and I flinched, gazing up worriedly. Did I fall asleep...? I took the risk to steal a glance at the clock.
11:57.
Yay.
"Did you fall asleep?" The teacher queried in a growl.
"Uh..." I stammered, biting my tongue. "No- I- I mean, y-yes! I mean... I think...?"
Mrs. Klaw didn't seem amused. "Detention," She ordered, handing me a pink slip. A lump caught in my throat, though I frowned. Who gives detention in first grade?
I gazed up at her again, to see if there was any joke involved, but the gleam of amusement wasn't in her eyes.
Oh no...
I hesitantly took the slip from her grasp, flinching yet again as the bell rang. I didn't understand why we had a bell. Oh well.
I uttered a nervous "bye" and immediately sped out of the room.
.:Time skip... Or is it Line Break?.. Something..:.
Surprisingly, they let us out for recess. I love recess; because I can forget about things for a half-hour and have fun. When the door opened, I didn't care as everyone shoved me aside like some worthless piece of trash. They did that everyday; I was completely adapted to it now. Through the haze of snow I managed to make out the swirly slide; a wide grin spread across my features and I pushed on faster.
In case you haven't noticed, I love the swirly slide. It's so big, and tall, and swirly, and spinny, and yellow, and... I used too much "ands", didn't I? Sorry, grammar isn't exactly my forte. Anyways, I sped towards the playground toy at an alarming rate. What I didn't realize is that people were there.
Not the good kind of people.
Wait, that sounded wrong.
The people that aren't good, but they aren't necessarily bad...
They're bad... But I mean, not the kind of bad that gets you in jail...
I can't win.
I sighed, putting on the brakes and staring at them through slitted eyes. Who were they? Wait, I must know them, because I know they're bad people... Wait, again, I think they're the bullies.
Oh no.
I swerved around, hiding behind the yellow slide. They conversed for a moment, scanned around as if they're looking for something; then quickly scurried away, and I let out a quick breath of relief. I climbed up the tall ladder, eventually making it to the top.
Why do I like it? Because whenever I'd stand on it, I'd feel on top of the world. I feel tall, not short like everyone makes me out to be. It makes me feel like King of the World, even for just a moment. It makes me feel like the bullies can't reach me, no matter how hard they try. It makes me think... Well, it makes me feel like I have confidence, even though there's nothing really I can do. Well, I can sing... But that won't get me anywhere in life, right?
You're insane, you must think. Well, maybe I am. Maybe I'm not. I don't even know myself.
I laughed a little, my shoulders bobbing in tune with my excited chortles. I stuck out my tongue and stared amusingly as the drifting snow slowly descended upon my tongue. I stuck it back in, the frozen rain melting so fast I didn't even register it; though I did notice the small stream of water trickle down my throat. I frowned, squeezing my eyes shut to stop the cold from drying them out.
Is this what the sky tastes like? I smiled.
The sky tastes nice.
So yeah, I had no idea where this idea went. Sorry. I promise the rest won't be like dis... e.e So please review this horrible chapter. Next will be in a few days. Hopefully...
