Mkay, lemme explain this. I posted this one on my LJ and it got positive feedback :)
I have (at the minute) 6 written scenes and 9 planned, so 15 scenes in all which will be broken up scenes from the childhood's of Vince and Howard. I've included parent first names (later) and they're obviously made up.
Oh and I'm making them the same age because it's easier for writing!
Some scenes will possibly contain mild language but this one doesn't, I hope you like it!
And yes I know, there's no Jungle. Shush!
Disclaimer: The Boosh and everything related to the Boosh belongs to Barratt and Fielding, not me!
xxx
Scene one - First day, hardest day
"Rise and shine, time for school." Such simple words but a difficult task for a child of five years of age starting late at a new school.
The curtains were drawn on the small bedroom that was wallpapered in a jungle theme, tigers, monkeys and parrots beamed and starred at the child stirring from beneath the zebra print duvet. The room was cast in a warm rainforest green as the sunlight warmed the curtains gently, the child's mother tugged them back into place, the golden glow burst into the room and flooded it causing the little boy to screw up his eyes and bury his head under the safety of the dark duvet.
"Come on darling, time to get up now!" She touched his shoulder and rocked it gently, peeling back the duvet she was greeted with the sight of her son biting back a grin with his eyes shut "Oh...Is little Vince still sleeping? I guess he won't want his pancakes I made then." The little boys smile broke as he opened his piercing blue eyes and sat up beaming at his mother "So you do want your pancakes?" she laughed softly "Get dressed for school and they'll be waiting for you on the table, okay?" The boy nodded and jumped out from his bed tossing the duvet back leaving it in a crumpled heap.
His mother shut the door softly as he pulled his new and ironed school uniform out from the wardrobe and tossed it onto the bed. Quickly he dressed and combed through his short hair, he ruffled it up a little, he liked the bed head look. He wished it was longer though.
Toys littered his bedroom floor, plastic animals and cuddly toys along with a few broken cars and lots of books. The books lay in piles all stacked or balanced on their tips resembling tents, little plastic tigers and snakes hid under the books like they were hiding away from the rain of the jungle. Scribbly drawings littered the carpet and the walls, some were hanging on by blue tac while others had drifted to the carpet and lay in the open to be trodden on and pushed aside in a hurry to get a jigsaw puzzle completed on the floor. The drawings were all done in colour pencils or crayons and sometimes paint if his mother let him, he loved to paint the most and always painted animals and the jungle. He never painted his house or his mother or father, always himself next to a lion or with a spider on his shoulder.
"Your pancakes will be getting cold darling, are you ready?" He heard his mother call as he pulled his new school jumper over his head, it smelt of the fabric softener his mother used all the time.
He didn't reply but pulled on a pair of thick black socks, grabbed his new shoes and hurried down the stairs jumping the last two and landing with a thud. He dropped the shoes by the front door and hurried to the kitchen where he sat in front of some pancakes that smelled sweetly of golden syrup.
"There you go sweetheart, have you got your bag sorted for today?" He nodded a couple of times while filling his mouth full of pancakes "Good, your pack lunch is on the side. I made your favourite sandwiches but just for today mind!" He grinned at his mother trying to keep chewed up pancakes in his mouth "Don't start think you're getting chocolate spread and banana sandwiches everyday! It's just a treat for today." She grinned at her son who beamed back then turned to the washing up littering the draining board from the previous night, as she stacked it her husband appeared in the hall way, a brief case in one hand with his blazer hung over his arm and his mobile phone stuck to his ear. He ran a hand through his son's hair who continued gobbling down his breakfast, gave his wife a kiss who stacked some plates away then sat at the table taking a bite out of some cold buttered toast.
"Yeah, okay no problem. I'll be there in about..." He checked his wrist watch "Half an hour, it's Vince's first day at school and we're going to see him off after we've had a chat with the headmaster." He paused to take another bite of toast "Oh half an hour max, surely? Well, the meeting isn't until ten so even if I do get in a bit late I'll still make it." He finished up the conversation and finally stored his phone away in his pocket "So Vince, are you excited?" His son shrugged and reached for the jug of orange juice and a glass.
"Let me love." His mother offered picking up the full jug of juice, she poured him a glass and he smiled and watched his father read the newspaper while eating some toast.
Vince swung his legs under the table and found himself watching the minute hand tick away on the clock above the back door, it finally reached a quarter to nine and he found himself being ushered into the hall to pull on his shoes.
"Do you want a hand?" He nodded and his mother helped tie the laces on his black shoes, he grinned and grabbed his school bag and packed lunch and hurried to the car with his mother and father following.
The car smelt of leather and the seats were slippery under his backside and legs, he leant his head against the door feeling the engine vibrate against his skull. He watched the streets fly past, he saw houses and trees and more cars and other kids going to school with their parents, he sat up and studied them all in their uniforms and coats with their school bags slung over their shoulders. His heart rate quickened and his palms felt sticky and sweaty, as the car pulled into the school car park he clung at his seat belt turning his knuckles white, he stared at the red brick building and the grey concrete playground filled with colourful children all running around and chatting with their friends.
The engine cut and his parents got out of the car, his door was pulled open but he didn't move and didn't release his grip on the material seat belt, he shook his head stubbornly when his mother asked him to get out and froze when his father ordered him out in a stern tone of voice.
"Vince, get out of the car. I have a very important meeting to get to and you'll be late for class." Again his son shook his head, losing his temper he reached over and un-clipped his son's seat belt but still the little boy kept a vice-like grip on the material.
"Come along now Vince, you were looking forward to school this morning!" His mother cooed but he shook his head and creased his brow screwing his eyes up tight, if he couldn't see them they weren't there in his world.
"Vincent get out of this car this minute! I do not have time for your foolishness! Do as you are told!" Mrs Noir lay a gentle hand on her husband's arm as she noticed parents had turned their heads to watch but still Vince shook his head "Do not disobey me!" He clasped his son around the waist and pulled him from the car, his grip on the seat belt slipped and he found himself being carried away from his safe place from the red brick building. He watched his mother sigh and hurry after them with his schoolbag and pack lunch, the playground bounced up and down as his father carried him against his will to his classroom, then it dawned on him. He really didn't want to be there.
"No!" He screamed, shocking his mother with his sudden outburst "No! I don't want to go! I hate it, I hate you! Let me go!" He kicked his legs about and thumped his little scrunched up fists at his father while other children and parents watched and chatted amongst themselves, Mrs Noir followed completely red in the face "I want to go home! Don't make me go!" He cried hard and kicked and screamed until his lungs hurt and his eyes watered, when his father set him down inside an empty classroom he gripped his son's wrist and ordered him to be quiet "I hate it here!"
"You will be quiet Vince and wait for your teacher, this is your first day at school and you need to make a good impression. Do not show us up in front of your teacher like you did on the playground!" Vince sulked silently to himself as the classroom door creaked open behind them.