This fanfic is dedicated to Snivygirl07/Inita xD The reasons why I dedicated this to her, is too large to write, but it is on my profile:)
Sorry for OOCness:/
Sorry for the lateness of the update-_-
Jiro peered up at the school, his heart pounding excitedly. The school was nothing more than a large wooden hut, with sandy floors, and open windows. It had been built by a variety of villagers, including Talta's blacksmith, Fushira. Jiro had visited Fushira two weeks ago, to get parts for his robot. Whilst there, he learned that Fushira's only child, and lover was dead. Unfortunately, the blacksmith refused to go further into the matter.
"Have fun today, Jiro. Your mother will be collecting you at the end of school." His father informed him, waving goodbye. The small boy nodded, feeling almost nervous as he strode towards the school.
"Geek." Someone coughed.
"Nerd."
Jiro rolled his eyes, ignoring the stereotypical kids, and keeping calm. He smiled when the bell rung, and everyone gathered in the first room. The room was rather small. It's floor was covered in sand, and had miniture chairs dotted about it. A cluttered desk was shoved to one corner, with a bigger chair squeezed behind it. The walls were splattered with paint, which also seemed to cover half of the small clock.
The teacher stood infront of the students, informing them of what they had to do. "Everyone take a seat-" They did as they were told-" And move your chair into three groups... You have five minutes to do so."
The small children shuffled their chairs into groups, the tougher kids in one big group, the less popular kids in another, and Jiro by himself. He frowned slightly, but shook it away, refusing to let them get to him.
"Hey, Shu. Come sit over here." One of the tougher boys shouted. Only then did Jiro notice the glum boy sat in the corner. He had dark brown spiky hair, and his head was in his hands. His attire consisted of yellow shorts, a dark blue tank top, and a red sash.
"Leave me alone!" He shouted, lifting his head from his hands. Jiro then realised what the 'Shu' had had his head in his hands; his face was flooded with tears, and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Shu's parents died three weeks ago, and he still isn't over the blow of it all." The teacher sighed; the look on her face said that she knew the feeling. The tougher kids laughed, almost indicating that that made Shu an outsider. "Anyway..." She rambled on about the rules of the school, and what they'd get up during lessons and free time. By the time she'd finished, it was free time.
The majority of the children rushed to the paint, or outside, but Jiro shuffled over to Shu. He felt sorry for him; the recent problem made him an outsider, and Jiro knew only too well how that felt.
"Um, Shu.." Jiro whispered awkwardly, shuffling his chair closer towards him. "Are you okay?"
"Just leave me alone." Shu choked, waving his hand at the former.
"Everything will turn out okay... You still have, um, family left, right? Try to have fun, and well, it'll ease the blow." Jiro comforted the other calmly, ignoring his attempts to shoo the speaker away.
"I guess... And, I do still have my grandfather, Fushira."
"See... You'll be fine."
"Thanks," Shu said emotionlessly, getting to his feet. He smiled slightly, and ran outside. Jiro sighed; why did he always have to get left behind? Feeling slightly glum, he trudged outside. Shu was recklessly climbing a pile of junk, whilst the teacher was scolding him.
"Hey, Jiro." The latter froze as he heard a voice shout his name. The 'reckless' young boy came charging towards him, and gave him a noogie. "You didn't think you could run off without me, did you?"
"W-what?" Jiro asked, completely lost.
"You're my friend now." Shu beamed. The other stared in disbelief. He had made his first friend.
I planned for the whole thing to be longer, but it didn't turn out as planned-_- Hope you still like it xD
