Friday


A humble young purple dragon was on his way home from school. It was Friday, the day that represented the beginning of the weekly desires for relaxation, only this Friday was a slightly more bitter one. Clenched in one of his paws was a report card- and not a good one. He sighed and unrolled it to look it over again. Failing grades for just about all of his classes. The only exception was his literature class, which even then was a lousy D-. He crumbled it back into a sloppy roll as he stepped foot onto his street.

"Oh, don't worry, Dad, everyone failed those classes," he mumbled. He needed to recite his crappy excuse for the big moment when he walked in through the door to find his Dad's outstretched arm ready to snatch the report card out of his hands and look at it. Surely by now he would be used to being disappointed in him for his grades at school, while he somehow managed to pass year after year he still found a way to go back to old habits.

His rusty excuse did not get much practice, before he knew it he was standing in his front yard hesitantly taking slow steps towards the front door. He groaned and opened the door. Sure enough, there he was. Ignitus, his dad, was standing against the wall with his arms folded. He stared at him apathetically with an uncaring frown. "Any hope for this year, Spyro?" he asked. He lifted his head in question as he studied Spyro's nervous posture.

Spyro stopped and took a deep breath before placing the paper in Ignitus's paw. "See for yourself, I'm sure you'll be ecstatic." He slumped his shoulders and stared at the ground, waiting for his lecture to begin.

"Again?" He grumbled, "Failing all of your classes, what's your excuse this time?" he asked in a firm tone. He handed the paper back to Spyro and cocked an eyebrow waiting for his response.

"Well, you know Dad, everyone failed those classes." Spyro moaned, then walked into the living room and collapsed onto the couch, purring in comfort as he stretched his body out. Several satisfying crunches came from his legs. Ignitus carelessly tossed the paper onto the dining room table and followed, taking a seat in his chair tucked away near the corner. It squeaked as it rocked from his body. "I'll try harder, I promise." Spyro said.

Ignitus sighed and watched as Spyro continued to stretch his limbs. "Isn't that what you always say? 'I promise, I promise,' and yet you never keep them." He rested his head onto his paw, closing his eyes and letting out a deep sigh, "What would your mother say?" he whispered to himself.

Spyro frowned. "Dad, Mom is gone," he murmured. "If she was here she would be saying the same things. And besides, I really will try harder."

Ignitus opened his eyes to reveal the stress written in them. He looked Spyro over. "From now on you are going to start studying for twenty minutes every single day, you hear me?"

Spyro did not answer him. He simply swished his tail around behind him and turned his head to look at Ignitus.

"I said did you hear me?" He asked, slightly louder but much more firmly.

"I heard you, Dad." he said quickly. "If you want I can go do that now." Spyro stood to his feet, already knowing what his answer would be.

A nearly undetectable small smile carved into Ignitus's face. "Yeah, you go do that," He stood up and started off towards the kitchen. "I'll start dinner."

Spyro turned away and walked towards the stairs. He paused when he heard Ignitus speak again.

"Please, no messing around Spyro, you really need to start making this stuff happen." Ignitus said.

Spyro nodded and continued towards the stairs, quickly running up them and down the hall to his room. He opened the door and went inside, closing it behind him. His room was somewhat messy, papers and other random things were scattered around on the floor and his bed was a mess. He sat down on his desk, which was right next to his window. He tidied the desk.

He grabbed a blank sheet of paper that was lying nearby and slapped it against the desk and grabbed a pencil. He then began to write down notes about things that he did in school that day.

Like he was told, he studied for twenty minutes, he had created about three entire pages worth of information for multiple different classes. He dropped his pencil onto the desk and sighed, glad that he could finally get around to doing whatever he wanted. He peered outside and scanned the streets trying to spot something interesting to watch.

Something caught his eye. The house across the street had a 'for sale' sign buried in the front yard, but it was no longer there. Spyro thought for a moment then came to the conclusion that someone had purchased the house. He looked at the windows to try to spot movement but he could see that the house was completely empty, meaning that the new owners have not moved in yet. He pondered over what the owners might look like, and smiled at the thought of the potential to make new friends should anyone his age move in as well.

"Perhaps It'll be a family of ice dragons." Spyro thought. Ice dragons are usually the most friendly of all dragons by nature, and if the people moving in are indeed ice dragons he would have no problem making a few new friends. But, Spyro was not the most popular of all dragons. He only had two friends in school and like him they were both of a lower status; Blaze and Vixen. Blaze is a fire dragon and he tends to be reckless. He is red and is a lot more stubborn than Vixen, who is an ice dragon. She is cyan and very genial, most likely because she is of the ice element.

They have been best friends for more than eight years, and if they weren't at school or at home they were together. They have outgrown the age of playing for the most part as they were all 14, but that does not change the fact that they enjoyed the company of each other. Spyro couldn't help but wonder what they were up to. He couldn't wait to tell them about the new dragons moving in.

A few hours passed and Spyro spent most of it lying in his bed resting, thinking extensively about the new neighbors. His thoughts ranged from the appearance of the new dragons to how he was going to befriend someone his age. He wanted to casually approach them, make himself look friendly. First impressions count, and Spyro did not want to mess up his. He closed his eyes and allowed himself to slip into a peaceful slumber.


It's a short chapter, but I had to start this somehow :)