Harvard and Hockey.
Summery: Twisters "intellectually challanged" and Sam can block hockey pucks flawlessly. But Twister didnt used to be this way and Sam has a reason for his special talent.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Rocket Power characters, if I did I would be rich, but I am not Klasky, Csupo or Nickelodeon.
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Five year old Twister sat innocently on the floor of his kindergarten class. He sat in the corner, reading while the other kids played with blocks and puzzles. Even those who did pick up one of the books only did it to look at the pictures. The truth was that little Maurice Rodriguez was a smart kid and his teacher had noticed this for ages, he would sit there and read until he fell asleep in the pile of pillows.
"Maurice is apparently the smartest kid in his class. He's only in kindergarten, but from what the teacher says, he is perfect for the Boarding School for the Gifted. I know, it means we have to give up our little one, but if he is that smart. How can we refuse?"
"How do we get our little Maurice into this school?"
"We have an interview tomorrow, they give him various tests and see if he is good enough. It's a scholarship too, so money is no problem."
Little Twister was hiding behind the kitchen door, listening to everything his mum and dad said. In his mind, reading books and being smart meant that he would be sent away. His eyes welled up with tears and he ran up to his room. He sobbed into his favourite teddy bear, wondering what to do. An hour later, Mrs Rodriguez came in and picked up her son and spun him around in circles.
"Guess who's a smart little boy. We have an interview tomorrow. They're going to see how smart you are and if you are you get to go to special school." She smothered her son in kisses and put him back down. "Have a good night sleep, Maurice."
If they're coming to see how smart I am, maybe if I pretend not to be smart then mummy and daddy won't send me away, Twister thought, I'll pretend not to know much so I get to stay with Mum, Dad and Lars.
That's exactely what he did. Though he was so smart, he didn't make it obvious that he was pretending. His parents kept trying to convince the interviewers that Maurice was a little nervous. Lars kept saying that Maurice was dumb and begged for an icecream.
"I just like looking at the pictures. I'm not smart. Sorry." He put on a sad face, that looked like he felt guilty for letting them down. But his mother just held his hand and said it was okay. Twister knew what he had to do, he didn't want his parents to think he was ever smart enough again and never let anyone else know either, because any hint of him being honour roll material, and his parents would know what he'd done. So with his brains and desperation, he had managed to keep it up for years. Making up for his bad grades by doing special advanced classes when all his friends thought he was making videos for long periods of time. He knew eventually he would have to tell everyone his secret, but he wasn't ready to do that just yet.
Meanwhile, in Kansas sat a little boy named Samuel Dullard. He sat on the floor of his living room while his father watched TV. His little five year old eyes looked up at the screen and saw the monsterous form of Freddy, claiming his latest victim. Sammy covered his eyes and screamed, begging for his dad to turn it off. A beer can hit the child in the head, followed by the book Sam had been learning to read.
"Shut up, you little brat, just shut up!"
Sam ran out of the room, so scared with his head in pain. It wasn't the first time his dad threw stuff at him, nor was it to be the last. He sat behind his door, blocking it with all his body weight so no-one could come in. He heard the footsteps in the hall and whimpered.
"Sammy, its daddy. I'm sorry champ. Don't be scared." Being as strong as he was he pushed the door open causing Sam to run and curl up in the corner.
"Come on, Sam. Come give dad a hug."
"No." Sam whispered.
"Why are you afraid of me!" His father yelled in rage. He picked up his son and shook him. "Im trying to apologise! You listen when I talk to you." He dropped Sam and started picking up his building blocks, throwing them at him. Sam had two blows to the head and just before the third one was about to hit he blocked it with his hand, he felt proud, he knew that his dad couldn't hurt him anymore if he could do that. He dropped the block on the ground.
"What are you doing! Sammy, sweetie, are you okay." Mrs Dullard picked up her son and put him to bed. "Are you hurt, did daddy hurt you?"
Sam nodded, but knew that if he could block hings with his hands instead of covering his eyes, his dad couldn't hurt him anymore. That made him smile as he went to sleep.
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Chap 2 of my second RP fanfic is coming soon.
Summery: Twisters "intellectually challanged" and Sam can block hockey pucks flawlessly. But Twister didnt used to be this way and Sam has a reason for his special talent.
Disclaimer- I don't own any of the Rocket Power characters, if I did I would be rich, but I am not Klasky, Csupo or Nickelodeon.
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Five year old Twister sat innocently on the floor of his kindergarten class. He sat in the corner, reading while the other kids played with blocks and puzzles. Even those who did pick up one of the books only did it to look at the pictures. The truth was that little Maurice Rodriguez was a smart kid and his teacher had noticed this for ages, he would sit there and read until he fell asleep in the pile of pillows.
"Maurice is apparently the smartest kid in his class. He's only in kindergarten, but from what the teacher says, he is perfect for the Boarding School for the Gifted. I know, it means we have to give up our little one, but if he is that smart. How can we refuse?"
"How do we get our little Maurice into this school?"
"We have an interview tomorrow, they give him various tests and see if he is good enough. It's a scholarship too, so money is no problem."
Little Twister was hiding behind the kitchen door, listening to everything his mum and dad said. In his mind, reading books and being smart meant that he would be sent away. His eyes welled up with tears and he ran up to his room. He sobbed into his favourite teddy bear, wondering what to do. An hour later, Mrs Rodriguez came in and picked up her son and spun him around in circles.
"Guess who's a smart little boy. We have an interview tomorrow. They're going to see how smart you are and if you are you get to go to special school." She smothered her son in kisses and put him back down. "Have a good night sleep, Maurice."
If they're coming to see how smart I am, maybe if I pretend not to be smart then mummy and daddy won't send me away, Twister thought, I'll pretend not to know much so I get to stay with Mum, Dad and Lars.
That's exactely what he did. Though he was so smart, he didn't make it obvious that he was pretending. His parents kept trying to convince the interviewers that Maurice was a little nervous. Lars kept saying that Maurice was dumb and begged for an icecream.
"I just like looking at the pictures. I'm not smart. Sorry." He put on a sad face, that looked like he felt guilty for letting them down. But his mother just held his hand and said it was okay. Twister knew what he had to do, he didn't want his parents to think he was ever smart enough again and never let anyone else know either, because any hint of him being honour roll material, and his parents would know what he'd done. So with his brains and desperation, he had managed to keep it up for years. Making up for his bad grades by doing special advanced classes when all his friends thought he was making videos for long periods of time. He knew eventually he would have to tell everyone his secret, but he wasn't ready to do that just yet.
Meanwhile, in Kansas sat a little boy named Samuel Dullard. He sat on the floor of his living room while his father watched TV. His little five year old eyes looked up at the screen and saw the monsterous form of Freddy, claiming his latest victim. Sammy covered his eyes and screamed, begging for his dad to turn it off. A beer can hit the child in the head, followed by the book Sam had been learning to read.
"Shut up, you little brat, just shut up!"
Sam ran out of the room, so scared with his head in pain. It wasn't the first time his dad threw stuff at him, nor was it to be the last. He sat behind his door, blocking it with all his body weight so no-one could come in. He heard the footsteps in the hall and whimpered.
"Sammy, its daddy. I'm sorry champ. Don't be scared." Being as strong as he was he pushed the door open causing Sam to run and curl up in the corner.
"Come on, Sam. Come give dad a hug."
"No." Sam whispered.
"Why are you afraid of me!" His father yelled in rage. He picked up his son and shook him. "Im trying to apologise! You listen when I talk to you." He dropped Sam and started picking up his building blocks, throwing them at him. Sam had two blows to the head and just before the third one was about to hit he blocked it with his hand, he felt proud, he knew that his dad couldn't hurt him anymore if he could do that. He dropped the block on the ground.
"What are you doing! Sammy, sweetie, are you okay." Mrs Dullard picked up her son and put him to bed. "Are you hurt, did daddy hurt you?"
Sam nodded, but knew that if he could block hings with his hands instead of covering his eyes, his dad couldn't hurt him anymore. That made him smile as he went to sleep.
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Chap 2 of my second RP fanfic is coming soon.