Author's Note: Hey Guys! I'm back! *confetti!* Sorry for the lack of fanfics these few months, but I'll try and write more! So here's my 2nd official big project. Sorry for the suckish summary! It's basically when Cammie was little, and something happens... and so on... I'm making this super short! Maybe about 3 or 4 chapters, it's set when she was in Kindergarten, a regular schooled class... and she meets a special boy *wink wink*; read at your own risk! Sorry if I write really small chapters! It's just I really don't wanna stick and drag to one topic the whole story, so I try to move on whenever I get the chance! I wrote this in 1st person (Which is WEIRD, since she's like 5 years old!) and I made it sound like she's really mature and sophisticated, but her thoughts are definitely of a kid, So here's "Just a Crayon!" Enjoy!


So this new kid is basically thrown at me like a rubber dodge ball. Everyone was seated down in our seats doing our morning ABC's, when the principal, Mrs. Reltner, walked in, with a kid in front of her. Oh, how much I despise her. Mrs. Reltner was in her late 50's. She was about 4 foot 11, pale skin with dark, red, lipstick. She always had her hair up in a bun, and a skirt that was always too short for a woman her age. Her voice was always sour, even if she tried to be nice (which she isn't!) and say things like "sweetie" or "honey" that sounds like she meant to say "loser" or "butt-face." But one thing for sure, there was DEFINITELY, something suspicious about that woman.

Mrs. Weiber (wee-ber), our HEAVENLY teacher is at the front table, as the class chants the letter O (which is my absolutely FAVORITE letter!), when Mrs. Reltner barged in.

There's this strange kid, about our age, in FRONT of her. Usually, whenever we get new meat, they would always be hiding behind Mrs. Reltner. But this boy? He was standing right in front of her, his shoulders broad, his face idle, and his hair combed. He was probably one of the most gorgeous boys I have ever laid my eyes on. His eyes were pitch green, he has this brown, carameled hair brushed over his eyes slightly, and there was just this simple look on this face that made my stomach church.

"Well good morning Mrs. Reltner!" Mrs. Weiber chimed, "and who do we have here?" She kneels next to the boy and slightly says hello.

He sticks his hand out suddenly and Mrs. Wieber awkwardly shakes it.

Oh. My. Goodness! A 5 year old boy shaking a 30 year old woman's hand! How strange! But sitting there, watching Mrs. Wieber shake his firm hand, I wish I was there in her place, with his hand, shaking MINE, not hers.

Mrs. Wieber has this sunshine smile on her face, her eyes shimmering and her hair slightly bouncing. She was one of the best woman alive (next to my mother of course!) She always kissed our boo-boo's, and always let us color whenever we wished. She was like our second mom! Mrs. Wieber had bright, blond hair, that curls up to her ears awkwardly. She wore pale lipstick and long turtle-necks and high, high, heels.

My mouth was gaping a little and I didn't realize I was staring at the boy, until he looked at me. At me! He didn't look scared, didn't look happy, didn't look mad, didn't look like he had any emotions at all! He was like some kind of robot! He just kept, staring at me! I'm hypnotized by his remarkable blue eyes. Now the whole class is looking at what he's looking at, me.

From the back of the room I could hear somebody chant the K-I-S-S-I-N-G song, but I didn't care. He was just so darn gorgeous.

Mrs. Wieber turned toward his gaze too, and she gave me this sweet knowing smile. Finally, she cleared her throat and announced to the room,

"Class? I would like you guys to meet our newest addition, Zachary Goode,"