I went and joined in the fanfic100 challenge because it was too good to pass up, and I chose Adam as my character. He seems to be such an underused character that the book couldn't 'live' without, that I couldn't help but be intrigued by him. The stories in this will not necessarily be in order timewise, but will be done in order of the prompts instead. It is a lot of small short stories (perhaps with some drabbles thrown in for good measure) that should all be able to stand alone.
Enjoy!
Adam Young - Fanfic100
001 - Beginnings
Shrugging the bag on his shoulder up a bit higher, Adam Young looked back into the parking lot where his father was watching from beside their car. He waved encouragingly, while his mum took him by the hand again and led him closer to the big building he wished he wan't going to.
"Come along, Adam, this is a big day for you and you want to be a good boy for me and your dad so that you can make lots of friends," his mother stated, making him more worried than he already was. Was this their way of trying to get rid of him? Was it their way of telling him that they didn't love him any more and wanted to have him out of the house?
He didn't know. As the unpleasant thoughts began to plague his mind more than he liked, he began to sniffle, trying not to cry.
"Oh honey," his mother said, coming down onto her knees and taking him into a nice hug. "If it was up to me and dad, we would want to have you at home with us forever, but that is unfair to you when you are older. You will be good for me won't you?"
"Yes mummy," Adam replied, hugging his mother back. He stopped his sniffling, wiped at his eyes and a determined look came over his young face. He could do this, and he would make his parents proud and he would make friends even.
He entered the room he had been told would be his and chanced a glance at the other faces around him. He saw about fifteen other children his age, all in general states of sadness, excitement or fear. Some were openly crying, wanting to go home already, others were already setting out looking for friends with others, talking to some of the others.
"I have to go now, honey. Remember to be good," his mother said again, as she bent to kiss his cheek and left.
Left in the room alone, he looked about himself and sat himself down in the nearest seat to him, taking out the pencils he had been given and some paper and begun to draw. It was nothing in particular really. Just red hills and dark skies that he had thought up but he was needing to do something to keep his mind preoccupied.
"Hello," came a small voice from his right. Turning his head slightly, he saw that it was another boy, one with immaculately clean clothes and the look of excitement on his face that made him one of the ones that would enjoy being here more than not. "I'm Wensley."
Adma stopped his drawing and smiled. "Hello. I'm Adam."
He had not been around children his own age before and it was an odd experience for himself, but he found to his astonishment that he liked this new boy, and when the person he was supposed to listen to all day came up to him and introduced herself, he knew that perhaps this 'school' could be fun.
He was determined even more now to enjoy himself. He had the feeling he would be here for a very long time.