TITLE: Hero's

AUTHOR: MonikaLou.

AUTHORS NOTES: This story is dedicated to Sammygirl1963, who suggested to me that I should try to write a story that was based on Wee!chesters. I looked at the comment, and said "Hmm." So here it is, Sammygirl1963. This one is for you, my most dedicated reviewer yet! (Well, it isn't that hard to be since I have only written 4 stories!) Anyway. Please read and review! My confidence in my writing ability is kinda low at the moment, so…:/

CHAPTER 1: HOMEWORK

Samuel Winchester sat on his plastic chair. Looking up from his paper, he flicked his eyes around the classroom. Lachlan Morris was sitting on his immediate left, pen clutched in his fingers as he tried to scribble down his ideas into a readable sentence. Sam cocked his head, straining his head to read what Lachlan had written.

All Sam could make out was a word or two about Superman, a giant mechanical chicken with blisters and a spotty duck.
Looking to his right, Sarah Watson was sticking her pen between her teeth, sucking on the end as her eyes stared out the window, obviously deep in thought. Sam leaned closer tyo see what she had written and read the first few lines about a ballerina.
He was so intent on reading what others had written that it came as a shock when he heard his name being called out from the front of the class.

"Samuel Skurrie! Are you copying what Sarah has written?!"
Sam sat up straight and turned his attention to the front of the class, shaking his head, causing his shaggy bangs to flop across his eyes. Swiping them away, Sam murmured, "no, Mam."

The class fell into a fit of giggles. Sam turned pink. The rest of the class thought it was funny that he called their teacher "Mam". He was the only one in their class that did. The rest called her 'Miss Roberts' or "Miss R'. Sam could not help it. It was built into his brain, written into his DNA to call adults names of authority.

Miss Roberts cocked her head. "Well, Sam, get writing!"

Sam looked down at his piece of paper. It was empty. Clean, save for the few starts he had tried to make and erased because he didn't like them.

Sarah had finished her page and was violently writing on another, hand whizzing across the lined page.

"Uh, Mam, I don't know what to write about." Sam said, voice wafting across the room.

Miss Roberts looked at him, eyes burning into his. She smiled, although sarcastically.

"Well, Sam, as we've just been discussing half an hour earlier, we are writing about our hero. Why we idolize them. What they do to save our planet, or to contribute to the wellbeing of our world."

There was a few groans from the table next to Sam's. Most of the class didn't want to be writing about superhero's. Or hero's in general. It was considered babyish.

Sam didn't have a problem with it. He thought writing about hero's was a good idea. Except for the fact that he didn't know what to write about. Who to write about.

"So, what you mean to say, Sam, is that you haven't written a thing? Not even a word?"

Sam nodded.

Miss Roberts sighed and the bell went. Dismissing them, Miss Roberts motioned fro him to come up to the front. He followed.

When Sam reached the desk, she leaned forwards in her chair and murmured, "Look, Sam. You know this was due today. It's due in right now, see?"
To illustrate her point, she poked a stubby finger on the top of the papers, smudging a word. But her focus was on Sam.

He remained silent.

Miss Roberts looked at him for a moment longer. "So, because I'm a nice person," She grinned, surveying him over her glasses, "I'm going to let you finish yours at home. This is only because up until now, your have been doing excellently. Top of the class, actually. You have been handing in your homework on time, you have been doing your work in class. So think of this as homework. You will finish it tonight and give it to me tomorrow, alright?"
Sam smiled and nodded, saying, "Thankyou, Mam."

She waved him away, and he grabbed his bag, heading for the door.

"Sam?"

Sam turned and saw Miss Roberts staring at him again.

"Mam?"

"One day."

And Sam smiled.

So? What do you guys think? Worth continuing? I hope so, coz this is pretty fun to write! It's hard to believe that I was in grade 6 only…let's see… 3 years ago! Wow! So old now!

Sorry. Ill shut up. I'm waffling again!!