Disclaimer: I don't own any songs, or PJO. Though I wish I did.
Please enjoy and reveiw at the end.
Thank You ^_^
As Will sat in the chair outside the principal's office he scowled. It wasn't his fault that his father left his mother right? Those kids were just idiots. They had no right to tell him weather his father left because of him or not. They deserved to be beaten up, Will was good at shooting rubber bands in the middle of class without the teacher noticing until the awful boys on the soccer team told on him.
Will slumped a bit lower in his chair and stared at his shoes from his position. He closed his eyes and thought of what his mother would think. She probably wouldn't care, she did care for him, but he could tell from the look in the eyes that she loved him. However, when he got in trouble in school, she would just smile and tell him it would be alright.
He closed his eyes and smiled when he remembered his mother looking through the catalogs at home, looking for an 8th birthday present for him. He still didn't know what he wanted.
"Hey kid, what did you get in trouble for?" A voice said down to Will, and he opened his eyes immediately, adrenaline pumping in his veins.
He calmed down once he realized that it was just a teacher, and not one of the scary people that usually tried to beat him up. The man was pretty young for a teacher, he had beach blonde hair like only a surfer would have, and bright blue eyes that were the color of the sky. He wore a pale yellow button-down shirt with a tie that had music notes scattered over it. In his right hand he held a weird looking case and a briefcase in the other.
"Nuthing." Will mumbled, staring back at his shoes. He was surprised as the man sat down in the small red plastic chair next to him. The man put his two cases in front of him, and bent over and stared at Will.
"Come on kid, tell me what you did, I won't tell your mommy." The man said in a friendly way. Will shrugged.
"Some kids told me my daddy left because of me." Will whispered out. The man's face for a moment became really mad, and Will started to tense up. The kind man didn't look so kind anymore. Will started to lean away from the man.
Suddenly, the man realized that he was scaring Will, and he composed himself immediately, but not soon enough for Will to realize that he was a bit scary.
"Sorry kid, I didn't mean to scare you. I just didn't expect kids to think like that." The man said rubbing the top of Wills head gently. Will stared at the man cautiously; he was a tad bit bipolar.
"It's okay." Will said, still wary of the man. "Mommy will be okay too, so you can tell her if you want."
The man chuckled quietly, and he brought his hand to his head as he tried to cover his laughter.
"Nah, I won't tell your Mommy, I don't think your Mommy wants to see me." He said quietly.
Will and man became quiet. Will was thinking how it was weird that the man seemed like he knew his mom on a more personal note than a teacher parental one. Will glanced around the man to the weird case that he was carrying.
"Hey mister, what's that thing?" Will asked pointing to the case. The man's eyes widened and he pointed to the case next to his brief case.
"This one?" The man asked. Will nodded. The man grinned mischievously.
"I'll tell you what it is if you come with me." The man got up and picked up his cases. Will looked at the man cautiously.
"Mommy said not to go anywhere with strangers." Will said sternly. The man laughed.
"Don't worry, we're not leaving the school, and I'm not a stranger, I'm a teacher here."
Will looked at the man again, and after determining if the man was going to bully him like the other guys, he would have already. He got up and stood next to the man.
"Okay, where are we going?" Will asked as the man started walking down the hallway. The man smiled down at the extremely shorter Will.
"We're going to the music room." He said smiling. Will thought about it for a moment as they were walking.
"You mean the stuff on the radio?" Will said curiously. The man looked down at Will.
"Yeah I guess so." He said off-handishly. Will thought about what he was going to say next.
"Mommy tells me I'm good at music! She said I sing pretty!" Will said proudly. The stranger's eyes widened and glistened with pride as he smiled.
"Really? What else does she tell you?" He said happily.
"Mommy also tells me…that I remind her of daddy when I sing pretty." Will said quietly. The man now looked a lot more sullen and they walked down to the end of the hallway.
On the faded blue doors, Will saw painted in cracking white paint was the word "Mucis." He felt a bit bad as he realized the word instead said "Music." His mom always told him it was alright that he was a slow reader but it kinda hurt his esteem when other kids could read books faster than him. As the man pushed open the door, Will gasped.
The room was wide and open, and there were windows along the side of the room that had a beautiful view of the sky outside. It was a beautiful day, and puffy white clouds drifted across the sky, and the sun shone brightly into the room, reflecting off the dust motes making it look like the room was basking in rays of sunlight. Perched on the sides of the rooms were more weird cases like the one the man was carrying, and some wooden and metal things that were leaning against chairs. There were stands that had sheets of music that had notes like on the man's tie.
The man went to the nearest black chair and sat down. The he pulled out another wooden instrument from the case, and Will looked curiously at the thing. Metal wires stretched out across the length of the wood, and the sides were gracefully curved to fit the man's knee on which it was leaning on. He took his hand and strummed the wires carefully and the sound of the thing resonated throughout the room.
Will gaped as the man grinned at Will.
"Wow…what's that called?" Will said in awe. The man patted the wood carefully.
"This, kid, is called a guitar." He said in a proud voice. Will stared in awe at the guitar. It sounded so calming, not like the loud ones on the radio, but a note comforting his soul.
"Can you play any songs?" Will asked happily. The man's eyes widened in surprise, then he smiled again.
"Sure kid, I'll even sing for you." He said laughing slightly. He thought deeply for a moment then he poised his hand to play the guitar again. Will rested his head on his hands as he stared at the stranger play the guitar.
Oh, why you look so sad?
Tears are in your eyes
Come on and come to me now
Don't be ashamed to cry
Let me see you through
'Cause I've seen the dark side too
When the night falls on you
You don't know what to do
Nothin' you confess, could make me love you less
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
So, if you're mad, get mad
Don't hold it all inside
Come on and talk to me now
Hey, what you got to hide?
I get angry too
Well I'm a lot like you
When you're standing at the crossroads
And don't know which path to choose
Let me come along
'Cause even if you're wrong
I'll stand by you, I'll stand by you
Won't let nobody hurt you
I'll stand by you
Take me in, into your darkest hour
And I'll never desert you
I'll stand by you
Will stared at the man. He looked so sad to Will, and his voice was so heartbreaking that Will almost wasted to cry. He felt like the sun was shining on the man, creating a little spotlight for his singing stage. Then he realized that he was sniffling a little bit, and he brought his sleeve and wiped it under his nose.
"That sounded really pretty…and I'm not gonna cry." Will said quietly. The man chuckled.
"Did you understand the song at all?" He said in a joking way. Will thought about it.
"No, not really." He said after thinking and the man smiled.
"You'll understand someday." The man said. After sitting silently for a moment, he got up and held the guitar out in one hand to Will.
"Hey, you can have this Will, for your birthday." The man said with a smile. Will's eyes widened.
"For me?" Will exclaimed as he reached out and held the guitar. The wood felt so nice in his hands, like they fit perfectly.
"Yup." The man said with a sunny smile. Will's face fell suddenly as he remembered something.
"What should I tell mommy if she asks me who gave it to me?" Will said seriously. The man thought about it for a bit, then smiled sadly.
"Tell your mommy Mr. Anthony Chicken gave it to you." Mr. Chicken said to Will, who started laughing.
"Mr. Chicken? Wow, you must have been made fun of in school like me with your name!" And Will started laughing again. Mr. Chicken smiled and got the case for Will and helped him put the guitar back into the case.
"It's alright kid." Mr. Chicken ruffled the blonde hair on top of Will's head. Then he, got up and walked over to the doors.
"See you around kid." He said with a smile as he closed the door after him, leaving Will alone in the sunny room. Will stared at the door, even after Mr. Chicken had left for over five minutes. He thought about what happened, and how nice the man was to him.
Suddenly, the door flew open and the principal stood there with a red face.
"THERE YOU ARE! I've been looking all over this school for you." The principal yelled angrily.
"eep." Will said meekly holding the guitar close to his chest. The principal stomped across the room and grabbed Will's free hand. HE stared at the guitar in Will's other hand and scowled.
"Did you steal that?" He asked sourly. Will shook his head.
"It's mine!" Will said stubbornly. The principal's face turned a bit red as he grabbed the guitar case from Will and looked at the tag on the handle of the bag. His face turned a bit back to normal as he handed the guitar back to Will.
The principal started dragging Will back to his office. Will was surprised, and he looked at the tag on the handle after the principal gave it back. Sure enough, on the handle it said "Will Solace" in big black letters. Will stared in wonder. Was Mr. Chicken planning on giving him the guitar all along?
As they were entering the hallway for the principal's office, Will realized that school ended not long ago and only a few teachers were still roaming the hallways. He searched the few teachers for a pale yellow shirt but didn't find one.
"E-excuse me, sir?" Will said meekly to the principal. The principal grunted to let Will know he acknowledged him.
"Is Mr. Chicken still here?" Will asked. The principal glared at Will.
"What are you talking about Solace? There isn't a Mr. Chicken that works here." The principal spat out to Will, and he made Will sit down in the same red chair as he was earlier.
"Now wait here until your mother picks you up." He ordered Will.
Will was so surprised that he wasn't scared of the Principal. Maybe Mr. Chicken was a student teacher.
"So Will, who gave you that guitar?" Mrs. Solace asked as she glanced into the rear view mirror at Will staring out the window. He was holding on to the guitar tightly and he pulled it closer to him as she asked the question. He then looked at his mother in the mirror.
"He told me to tell you his name was Mr. Anthony Chicken." Will said innocently.
Mrs. Solace's eyes widened and she had to keep her control of herself to prevent getting into an accident, though she didn't stop herself from swerving on the road. Thankfully, there were no other cars on the road.
"D-Did you say, Mr. A-Anthony C-C-Chicken?" Mrs. Solace stuttered out. Will's eyes were wide with fear from his mother's driving and he nodded quickly. She quickly thought of how this would effect her son. She glanced into the rear view mirror again and saw Will staring at the window clutching his new guitar. She smiled to herself. He looked exactly like his father.
Well one thing was for sure, she knew what to get him for his birthday now.
Soooo what do you think?
For those wondering, aw what a cute name~ Mr. A. Chicken...what's chicken in spanish?
The answer is Pollo. Even though it's pronounced poyo. because double "L"s in spanish are pronounced as "Y"
So the product of my little jokish name is Mr. A. Pollo.
Please review, because it's equivilent to Nutella (if you're allergic to nuts: then wanton soup)
Thank you ^_^