A/N: This is the start of the sequel to: The Little Boy.
A/N/N: Oh, and if you think that I'm obsessed with mimes, you're right!
Today is Monday, Demenz thought. As Demenz walked into the classroom today, he felt, well, he felt happy. Mostly he felt happy because he had a new friend, Drew Lipsky. Drew was the only kid who was ever nice to him, even if it meant that Drew would be picked on, just like he was. Drew wasn't here today, Demenz noted.
"Today we will learn to write in print." Mrs. Hardwood said. She started writing the letter A on the board. Demenz raised his hand. "Yes, Demenz?"
"Umz, where'z Drew?" He asked shyly.
"Yesterday, Drew was fishing and a fish hook got caught under his eye and he tried to pull it out. Poor dear. Anyway, his parents rushed him to the ER and luckily, the hook missed his eye. The doctors say that he will have a scar from it." She explained.
"What's the ER?" A little red-headed girl asked.
"It's where when people get really hurt doctors help them get better."
"Does every one get better?" The little red-headed girl asked again.
"No, Nikki. Not everyone gets better." Mrs. Hardwood turned back to the board. This is going to be a long day, Demenz thought.
"Hi, Mom!" Demenz walked into his house. He threw his book-bag on a chair.
"How was your day, honey?" His mom asked.
"It was boringz, today. I alsoz got a new cut from Elsa Cleeg." Demenz lifted his arm to show his mom.
"Honey! I'll go get the antisceptic and band aides." She ran from the room. A few seconds later the phone rang. "Could you get that for me, dear?"
"Zure, mom." Demenz picked up the phone. "Helloz?"
"Hello to you." Drew's voice was on the other line. Demenz' mom picked up his arm and started to clean it.
"Howz youz eye?"
"It's fine. do you think you can come over for dinner?"
Demenz mom heard that and nodded to her son. "Yez. I can."
"Cool! I'll go tell my mom." Drew hung up.
A/N: Hey! Leave a review, you awsome reader! And remember, I will make more chapters.