A/N: This is a short story about. . . well you'll find out.
A little boy, about six years old, stood in front of the elementary school. He was wearing a red shirt, and blue jeans. The boy had brown hair and brown eyes. The boy was short, and a little on the heavy side. He was clinging to his mother's leg. The woman had blonde hair and blue eyes. The black suit looked flattering on her, and the blue shirt she was wearing complemented her eyes. She felt sorry for her son, because last year was terrible for him. This was the boy's first day of first grade.
"I don't wantz to go in!" The boy complained.
"I know, sweetheart. But if you don't go, mommy will go to jail." She said softly.
She guided her son to his classroom. Her high-heels clicked out a rhythm as she walked. Her hand was in her son's. The mother read her son's face. On it was fear, sadness, and anger. He had a good reason for the fear on his face. Last year, the other kids picked on him.
They hurt him. Verbally, mentally, and physically. They stripped him of his self-confidence. Made him believe he had no friends, and worst of all, they beat him. They made excuses to the teacher for all the new cuts, scrapes, and bruises he came back from recess with. The teacher believed them; she never thought that Kindergarteners could hurt someone like how they did. The excuses were like, "He fell during tag," or "The tree branch scraped him".
They found the room. His mother spoke to her son.
"What ever happens, know that you are loved and no one can ever change that." She hugged her son.
"I lovez you, too." He let go. Signaling that he was ready, his mother opened the door.
The teacher looked up and smiled at the pair that stood in the doorway.
"Welcome! You may have a seat next to Drew. Drew? Please raise your hand." The teacher raised her voice so she could be heard over the children. A boy with a black shirt that had a skull on it raised his hand. The boy sat down next to him.
"What's your name?" Drew asked. The boy noted that Drew had black hair and black eyes, unusual.
The boy casually said, "Demenz."
A/N: Didn't expect that, did ya? Hoped you enjoyed that. Drop a reveiw!