Chapter Two; Beginning School
Frisk grabbed her back pack and headed out the door, a piece of toast in her mouth. It was nearly a week after the day of the phone call, and now it was her first day back to school. She wondered if anyone would recognize her. Especially...
Frisk shook her head vigorously. She would not have doubts about today. She had to stay determined! She grinned widely and ran down the sidewalk, waving goodbye to her family in the window. The school bus pulled up, the glass doors swinging open. The bus driver was in his mid-thirties. He looked tired. The bags under his eyes were a dark bluish-purple, making them nearly look bruised. Frisk gulped and stepped on. She looked back to see everyone happily waving goodbye. Sans gave her a big thumbs up. With a deep breath, she got on and sat down in a seat by herself. Looking out the window, everyone was still waving as the bus rolled by to its next stop.
Frisk hung her bag up in her locker, taking her stuff to her first class. She stepped inside the classroom, which was relatively small due to the lack of students (also the fact she was attending a private school). She sat down in one of the desks available. The few who were there quieted and stared briefly but soon went back to chattering. Her face flushed and she looked down, embarrassed.
"Hey," someone began behind her, the voice sounding like a deep growl, "you're in my seat."
Frisk turned around to see a taller boy standing there, his posse behind him. He had a sneer written across his lips and his eyes were daggers by default, the spiky brown-blonde hair seemed menacing enough, and broad shoulders blocked most of the fluorescent lights installed into the ceiling.
"S-Sorry," she stammered, getting up and moving. The boy sat down (or a more appropriate word, slammed) and set his supplies up. Minutes later, the teacher strode her way to her own desk. She was slim and petite, and her long brown hair fell in perfect curls across her shoulders.
"Good morning, class," she said, her voice sounding chipper and happy.
"Good morning, Mrs. Ryan," the class replied in monotoned unison.
"Today we have a new arrival," she grinned at the children staring at her, "Frisk... uh... Dreemurr, is it? Please come up."
Frisk gulped, her heart pounding against her eardrums. She stood next to Mrs. Ryan awkwardly, fists clamped tightly.
"Say hello," Mrs. Ryan said, smiling kindly at her new pupil. All Frisk did was wave shyly.
"Are you mute or something?" one of the students shouted. Everyone laughed along with him. Frisk's hope and mood dropped, bringing her head down with it. She quickly sat in her seat, avoiding eye contact. She sighed, trying to ignore the snickers around, and waited for the lesson to start.
"How was school today, my child?" Toriel asked Frisk as she walked into the house. Frisk didn't reply, she went upstairs without a word. "My child?"
Frisk set her book bag down and shut her door, locking it as well. She hugged a pillow and hid in her closet. Warm tears streamed down her cheeks. A knock came to the door.
"My child, please open this door," Toriel asked rather firmly. Frisk sniffled and refused to do so. The doorknob jiggled a bit more until Frisk heard a sigh. "Come downstairs when you're ready."
The defeat in Toriel's voice filled the young human with sorrow. She wiped her eyes and got up, unlocking the door. She opened it slightly, watching Toriel go downstairs. Frisk waited until she was out of sight to follow. Cautiously, she went downstairs. Most everyone was in the living room, a movie playing on the television screen. Papyrus looked over and caught sight of her.
"Human! Join us! And, tell us about your day!" he grinned. Toriel didn't say anything, she just watched Frisk. Frisk sat next to her skelepal and twiddled her thumbs. Tears sprang to her eyes as she recalled the school day. Papyrus looked at her with concern. "Human? Is everything okay?"
As if that sentence broke a wall in her tear ducts, Frisk began to cry– softly at first but growing louder. Toriel's head perked up and she came to her child's aid. Everyone looked at her with concern. Once her sobbing died down, she wiped her eyes and looked at her hands.
"Do you want to talk about it, kid?" Sans asked. Frisk nodded lightly and explain everything in a soft voice. Toriel hugged her and stroked her hair.
"My poor child," she began, "It's alright."
"Yes! You can do it! Papyrus believes in you!" Papyrus smiled encouragingly. Frisk let herself smile only a little. If school was horrible, at least she still had her family to count on.