When Vince met Howard. Do I really need to say any more?
Don't own anyone except Mrs. Noir and Katie (Who may reappear in other stories).
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"Vincey," called a short woman with dark hair from the kitchen, "Time to get up!"
In the bedroom, a six year old Vince Noir jumped out of bed excitedly, today was his first day of school and he really couldn't wait.
Vince ran down the stairs like a torpedo dressed in blue pyjamas. Mrs. Noir had got up early to make her children pancakes and to pack Vince's lunch. His three year old sister, Katie Noir, was sitting in her high-chair eating an orange, carroty mush.
"Morning love, your breakfast's on the table."
"Thanks mum."
Once Vince had eaten his breakfast (with lots of extra maple syrup) and gotten dressed into his new uniform (he kept going on about how ugly it was, but was happy about it anyway), Mrs. Noir packed Katie into her car seat (with some difficulty) and helped Vince strap himself in (he couldn't reach the straps, he was quite small for his age).
Vince found he was surprisingly nervous when he saw all the children running around the playground like stark raving lunatics. His mother had some trouble getting him out of the car.
In the playground, after his mother had left, all Vince wanted to do was hide somewhere. A boy with hair that looked like brown fog and a moustache was standing beside him.
"Hi, I'm Vince Noir. What's your name?"
"Howard Moon. Do you like jazz?"
"What's 'jazz'?" Howard looked shocked.
"You don't know what jazz is?!"
"No, I like Gary Numan and David Bowie though. And the Rolling Stones, Mick Jagger is genius!"
"Ugh, who's been educating you in music?"
"No one, I just listen to what's on the charts."
"Oi!" yelled a tall fat girl from one of the older classes, "You two freaks over there!" Vince and Howard didn't realise that she was talking to them until she was running up towards them. In no time at all, she was right up in their faces. It was quite intimidating. There were two other girls following her with a sour look on their faces matching their 'leader'.
"Look at this, a little girlie. Haven't you got nice hair?" Vince grinned, not anticipating what was coming. "Think I might just have some of that. Scalping time!" The two girls had an evil grin. Vince looked scared now.
The girl grabbed Vince's hair and pulled hard. "GET OFF MY HAIR! GET OFF!" yelled Vince with tears running hot and thick down his cheeks. The girl produced a Swiss army knife which she was bringing ever closer to the roots of her victim's hair.
"Leave him alone!" said Howard in defence of the boy who had never heard of jazz (SHOCK! HORROR!).
"Shave him girls."
"What are you doing?!" asked a tall thin woman with bright red horn-rimmed glasses and blonde hair tied back in a tight bun. She was wearing A long pink skirt and matching cardigan. She resembled a peppermint-drop.
"Nothing Miss," said the fat girl, sounding as though butter wouldn't melt in her mouth, "Just saying hello to the little kids."
"That's not what it looked like Olwen, it looked like you were trying to scalp that boy. I'll be seeing you in detention, lunch time today." Olwen and her cronies walked away to bully someone else instead. The teacher looked at the two six year olds in front of her.
"I hope you boys are all right, those girls seem intent on causing a never ending amount of trouble."
"We're okay Miss, thanks for looking out for us," said Howard.
"I'm Miss Appleton, I'll be you're teacher this year." Both boys seemed happy about this, they liked Miss Appleton, especially Vince since she'd just saved his precious hair. With that Miss Appleton walked away to break up a fight between two older boys.
"Thanks for looking out for me," said Vince.
"No problem, I wouldn't want to see you scalped."
"Want to be friends?"
"Sure, you need someone to teach you about jazz."
