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Hullo there. Umm, well, this is my fic...yeah...so please read and review, and enjoy!

(That was bad...I'm sorry)

The bell screamed. As did all the monsters flooding out of the cramped wooden box they called the school in HalloweenTown.

One lone figure was left in the doorway when the rest had deserted. He kept his head down. His face wore an expression of sadness. His impossibly small feet moved silently across the town square. His abnormally long body was stooped. He was dressed in a long black trench coat, a white shirt underneath. Baggy ripped jeans hung loosely from his reed-thin frame.

He was dressed a little like a scarecrow. But everyday clothes always looked like that on a skeleton. The difference between his skull and Jack's was, his had a large, rough stitch running from his forehead to his lower cheek, crossing over his eye socket. But his nostrils, sockets, and mouth were the same. Right now that mouth was in a frown.

His name is Cedric. Cedric Skellington. And he just got a D on his potions final. He scuffled home sadly.

When he closed the wooden door to Skellington Manor behind him, he heard that his parents were home. He peered into the kitchen, and saw his mother cutting vegetables with his father's long arms wrapped around her waist. The fifteen year old decided to not show them his report card just yet. He headed upstairs to his room.

As he climbed the stairs, he heard his older brother, Jake, packing some things of his to move to his new house he'd built. After all, now that Jake was twenty-five, he was starting to take over a little as Pumpkin King, but Cedric knew he still had a lot to learn. In any case, Jake came out of the room carrying a box. When he saw his little brother, he grinned evily. He dropped the box, rushed forward, and before Cedric knew it, he was in a headlock and being noogied.

"Heeeeyy little bro." said Jake. "How are you doing eh?" Cedric faked a smile. "I'll tell you as soon as I get the feeling back in my head. Anyway, I'm going to my room." he said. Jake let go of him.

"Alright. Dad invited us all to dinner...me and Sam and family...so I'll see you then." he said, picking up his box and going downstairs.

Cedric sighed, and went into his room. It was messy, to say the least. Books piled in one corner, dirty clothes all over the floor...his drawings hidden in the cupboard. He took them out.

The one thing Cedric was proud of was his artistic ability. No one else in his family, to his knowledge, could draw better than the simplest pictures. The one Cedric was working on now was a bit of a family portrait, his dad had said they ought to have one. He drew from memory.

But right when he was about to put pencil to paper, his mother called. "Ceddie? Could you come down stairs please?" He sighed, put down the pencil, and went downstairs.

"Ceddie, could you cut up these potatoes?" Sally asked. Cedric nodded. As he was chopping, Sally asked.

"How was school today?" Cedric gulped. "Fine." he said plainly. Sally looked confused. "Usually you tell me all about school, what's wrong?" she asked. "Nothing."Cedric retorted, turning from her.

"Did you get your report card yet?" Sally questioned, cutting various vegetables. "Not yet." Cedric lied. Sally frowned. "Really? Your niece got her's today. Jill got all A's, you shouldv'e seen Jake, the proud daddy." Sally laughed.

Cedric forced a laugh. "Yeah, thats great." Sally was refering to Jill, Jake's daughter. She was only about five.

"What's wrong Ceddie?" Sally asked. Cedric sighed. His mother knew all, he couldn't just lie to her.

"Well...its about my report card..." he started.