Title: The Boarding School
Summary: How would the story turn out if the genders of the main characters were reversed... and at boarding school? Story covers all songs on the OBC soundtrack, including 'there once was a pirate'. First time writing a Spring Awakening fic, but I am open to criticism.
Disclaimer: I tried to sell my soul to own Spring Awakening, but my plan failed when I realised that I had already sold it for a donut. Therefore: Spring Awakening is not mine.
Chapter 1: Mama who bore me part 1
Everything was set. His suitcase was packed and his uniform was hanging up in the closet, ready for school. Sure, there were four days until classes started; but Wendla Bergmann wanted to be ready.
Wendla was incredibly excited and nervous about the coming year; as it would be his first time boarding at Saint Sheik's, the local catholic school which resided about 3 miles out of town. It was a strange school, as both boys and girls attended (albeit in separate sections of the grounds). However, most of the children in Wendla's town did not board there, for two reasons: a) it was incredibly expensive for those who were not forced to stay there*; and b) because it was easy enough for the children to walk there from their homes.
'It's not that I minded the walk to and from school everyday ', Wendla thought as he ran the brush through his dark brown hair for the hundredth time, 'and it's not like I'll never see my parents; that's what weekends are for.' He gazed into his mirror with glimmering brown eyes; 'Maybe it's my fear of the unknown that is making me nervous.'
He turned away from his mirror to check that he had everything packed. He needed to move his clothes and other possessions to his new home at the school tomorrow. When he was certain that he had everything he needed, he clambered into his bed. He tried to simply drift off to sleep, but it seemed impossible; he was just too damn nervous and excited. He was about to climb out of bed when he began to sing absent-mindedly to absolutely nobody in particular:
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so sad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem
His mind turned to his own mother as he continued to sing:
Some pray that one day
Christ will come a'-callin'
They light a candle
And hope that it glows
And some just lie there
Crying for him to come and find them
But when he comes they don't know how to go
Mama who bore me
Mama who gave me
No way to handle things
Who made me so bad
Mama, the weeping
Mama, the angels
No sleep in Heaven, or Bethlehem
The song steadied his nerves and his excitement somewhat; and he eventually drifted off to sleep.
* Forced to- under section 452 of the Saint Sheik's school charter, the pupils of the two upper classes must board at the school (the cost is quite cheap compared to those who board at the school by choice).
Author's note: This is my first Spring Awakening fic... as I have mentioned before (and probably will mention again). I know that there will be some who disapprove of my story, but this has plagued my dreams for the last week; and it will not let me rest until I am finished. Please feel free to criticize my work, as I am always ready to improve. The other characters won't appear until about chapter 3, so please bear with me.