A/N: OTNPOOS chapter 2 Gregory Drabble:

There were many things Greg couldn't stand about school. One of the things that he couldn't stand the most was sitting in his very uncomfortable, red, plastic chair in his classroom. The second thing that he hated most of all was trying to thinking of something good to draw for his newest assignment, but quickly finding that nothing came to mind. The assignment was so simple though! He had to be drawing a picture of what was most important to him, but there were to many things in his mind, not just one thing! There were his songs, his tape recording from Wirt, his pet frog named Jason Funderburker, his friends in the Unknown, ect. Huffing, Greg tried to figure out a way to group them all together for the one assignment.

"I wish Wirt were here, he'd know wha-" Greg said out loud, only to gasp suddenly as an idea struck him and he soon found his crayons flying across the paper wildly.

While Greg hurriedly drew his picture, he didn't notice his teacher, Mrs. Barnswell, come up behind him and pear over his shoulder. Instead, he was invested in making his picture perfect.

"Who is that, Gregory?" The teacher asked him, causing Greg to cringe.

He hated when she called him Gregory instead of Greg, her old and scratchy voice reminding him to much of the Beast from the Unknown. Her thin and clammy fingers suddenly bored down on the boy's beloved picture, leaving a thin streak of grease across the once white paper. Regardless of his hammering heart and muted rage, Greg swallowed thickly and cleared his throat before answering the woman.

"I-its Wirt." He responded, holding up the picture of his older brother, trying to free it from the woman's fingers, a look of pride on his face.

However, the pride soon melts away from his face when he saw her frown. All to quickly, the woman snatched the paper away from the poor boy, who gave out an anguished squeak as she did so. The corners of the paper were quickly becoming wrinkled and wet from her sweaty hands as she examined the picture down the length of her crooked nose through her tinted glasses.

"Your half-brother?" She asked slowly as she studied the picture further. "Why is he dressed like an elf?"

"Thats his pilgrim costume, ma'am!" Greg replied, reaching up desperately for the picture, hoping that the woman didn't notice. "He wore it when we went into the Unknown and he saved everyone from the Beast!"

The woman's eyebrows suddenly knitted together as she looked passed the drawing and down at Greg. She knew about Wirt, as he had come into the class earlier that week for show and tell, the same day that Greg had first told his class all about their trip into the Unknown. Wirt had shared his brother's enthusiasm in the tale that day, despite having introduced himself as a perfect gentleman when he first walked in. The fact that Greg had chosen to draw him seemed to amuse the teacher a great deal.

"Thats very nice, Gregory." She said kindly.

At long last, she set the picture down and smiled wildly as she patted the young boy's head and then turned sharply on her thick heels and left him alone to work on his picture. He worked long after the 3:30 bell blared loudly, announcing that it was time for him to go home. He was so invested in making the picture perfect, that he didn't notice someone else entering into the classroom besides his teacher, walking up beside him, and pulling up a second chair to sit in.

"Whatcha working on, Greg?" Wirt's voice sounded, causing the little boy to gasp happily as he turned quickly to look up at his favorite sibling.

"Wirt! Look what I drew for you! Its a picture of you!" Greg chirped, holding the beloved drawing up to him proudly.

"Wow! Thank you, Gregory." Wirt laughed, gently taking the picture into his own hands to examine it.

"We had to draw what was most important to us, and since I had so many important things in my life, I drew you because you made them all possible!" Greg explained, quickly getting out of his chair and putting on his backpack.

"Its a very nice picture, Greg. Maybe mom will let us hang it up on the fridge. That way everyone can see it." Wirt said, standing up and reaching down for his little brother's hand.

"Really!?" Greg chirped in an excited tone.

"I don't see why not, but we'll have to ask her when we get home-" Before the words could even leave his mouth, Greg had taken off down the hall on his chubby legs, determined to get him and get his picture up on the fridge for everyone to see.