A/N: Now that we know about Hayden and Sherman's friendship, we can continue the story! It's time to show what it's like for Hayden and Sherman when they are at school together. So, enjoy!
At Wolf Creek Elementary School, Hayden and Sherman were sitting down at the swings side by side and didn't swing at all. They just stared at the trip of so-called 'Popular' girls that just loved to call other kids 'Poor' or 'Bottom-feeders' and other cruel names like that. Their leader was a snobby rich girl named Valerie Dawson, she was texting on her iPhone and at the same time, tripped one boy on purpose. Valerie what a tan girl with brown pixie-cut hair, she always wore a light pink dress with a dark pink furry cardigan over it, and pink high-heeled shoes.
"Valerie, can you picture anyone so evil?" asked Hayden with a death glare at the dreaded bully.
"There are no other bullies at this school other than her. If the wicked witch of the west and Dracula had a kid, it would be her" Sherman commented.
"Not to mention she keeps putting fliers up to tell people to vote for her for the Homecoming Princess. Like she would have my vote, she doesn't even deserve it" Hayden said kicking his shoes in the sand by his feet.
"True, but she can buy her way out through anything. She's won the Colorado state lottery twenty one times" Sherman said in reply to Hayden's comment.
"Twenty two, actually. She bought one yesterday and it was the lucky winner like always" Hayden corrected.
"Oh, how much money this time?" asked Sherman.
"fifty five thousand. Enough to get her enough nail polish, clothes, and makeup to last her through next winter" Hayden said. Sherman snickered. Normally they wouldn't be making fun of people, but Valerie Dawson deserved it more than anyone. One time, she gave Hayden a swirlie in the public bathroom of the community pool, and she gave Sherman a wedgie and hung him by the elastic of his underwear to a tree branch last year of school.
"Poor little poor boys. They have no one to play with but themselves" said Valerie as she approached the boys on the swings.
"Why don't you go pick on someone else, Valerie? We're old news, you've humiliated us so many times that we've come to grow annoyed" Hayden said.
"Why don't you admit that you and your family fishes their dinners from the dumpster behind the supermarket?" Valerie asked in a cruel tone.
"Hey, leave him alone!" Sherman shouted standing up from the swing and got up in front of Valerie, blocking her view of Hayden.
"What's the matter, Sherman? Afraid that I'm hurting your little boyfriend's feelings?" asked Valerie. After that rude comment, she pushed Sherman to the sand. Hayden then got up and got his face up into Valerie's own.
"You hurt him again and I swear to God that I'll..." Hayden was about to continue with his threat, but Valerie cut him off.
"You'll what? Huh? I'd like to see you try it" said the snobby girl.
"You'll just have to wait and see" Hayden said as he helped Sherman up and they walked away from her. After that, the two boys were right by where the school dumpster was and Sherman spoke.
"What are you gonna do?" asked Sherman.
"I'll think of something, but for now let's focus on you. Are you okay?" Hayden asked. Sherman nodded and dusted himself off of the sand that attached itself to his shirt.
"I'm sorry about this, no one deserved to get picked on on their birthday" Hayden said. The bell rang and then Sherman and Hayden walked back to class.
An hour later, Hayden and Sherman were inside the classroom talking about Anne Frank.
"Anne Frank died of typhus at age fifteen, and her diary has sold just as many copies as the bible. We will never forget her words 'I believe people are really good at heart'". Hayden said as he closed the power-point and the whole class started clapping for Sherman and Hayden's project.
"Well, that was very... moving. Never in my whole teaching career have I ever seen such a detailed and well written report on someone as famous and admired as Anne Frank. Great work you two" said the teacher as she wrote something down on her clip board. The bell rang and then Hayden and Sherman grabbed their bags and left the class.
"Where do you wanna go? It's your birthday after all" Hayden asked as they walked on the sidewalk to town.
"How about we go to that big bonfire at the center of town?" asked Sherman.
"Right, bonfire party it is" said Hayden as the two of them walked to their houses to drop their stuff off. They told their parents where they were going, so they gave them some money for some food and they went to the party together. The town center was filled with people dancing to music around the crackling bonfire underneath the stars in the night sky.
"Looks like everyone here is having the time of their lives" Hayden said pointing to a fat guy with an empty bottle of Jack Daniel's whiskey and he was laughing and fell backwards into a grill and knocked down all the burgers and hot dogs that were being grilled on. Hayden, Sherman along with a few other people laughed at this.
"Now I see why the teachers at school are encouraging us not to drink any alcoholic beverages" Sherman said. Hayden then took Sherman by his wrist and took him to the dance floor. The two of them then began dancing to a 'Krewella' song.
After two hours of eating food, dancing, and the two of them even had a soda drinking contest (Hayden won), they began walking home together.
"Let's take the shortcut through the woods. It's faster" Hayden said.
"Why not?" asked Sherman. The two of them walked along the dirt path that went under some trees and they walked through the woods and at the other end of the woods they saw the public playground they used to play at when they were little kids.
"See, we're almost home" Hayden said pointing to the playground. They then stopped walking after seeing something in their path. A dead white furred cat was lying in the dirt bleeding.
"Yuck" Sherman said. Hayden began poking the body with a stick.
"This is so unsanitary" Hayden said as he poked the body with the stick some more.
"Then why are you still doing it?" asked Sherman. Hayden then shrugged his shoulders and tossed the stick aside. Growling could now be heard.
"What was that?" Sherman asked.
"Probably your stomach" Hayden said.
"It can't be, we ate a lot while at the party" Sherman said. Out of nowhere a giant gray furred wolf pounced on Hayden and dragged him by his foot into a deeper part of the woods.
"HELP ME! HELP ME PLEASE!" shouted Hayden as he was dragged away by the large beast. Sherman looked around and called out for his friend.
"Hayden! Hayden! Hayden!" Sherman shouted. Hayden was then launched through the air and landed at Sherman's feet. He was bleeding at the shoulder and his sweater had scratch marks on it that had blood stains on that too. The wolf came out of the woods slowly again and it growled at the two boys.
"Hayden, get up!" Sherman said. Hayden got up and Sherman helped him walk very fast to the playground. The wolf was following them and as soon as they were crossing the street they heard a loud 'Thud' and turned around to see that the wolf had been run over by a white van. Then they ran into Sherman's house.
"Mr. Peabody! Mr. Peabody!" shouted Sherman. He looked around but Mr. Peabody wasn't there. There was a yellow note on the coffee table that read 'Sherman, Hayden's parents and I are going out to dinner. Won't be back till later, happy birthday. Mr. Peabody'. Sherman then tossed the note away and put Hayden on the coffee table.
"Does it hurt?" Sherman asked as he got the first aid kit out from under the kitchen sink.
"No" Hayden said.
"No? Are you serious?" Sherman asked as he pulled Hayden's sweater off to reveal that the cuts have turned to scabs.
"No way. They're already healing" Sherman said. Hayden and Sherman looked to one another.
"My parents can't know about this. This stays between us. Okay?" Hayden asked. Sherman nodded and then did a pinkie-lock to make sure it was a promise.
After a while of washing the blood off Hayden, he went home and they went to bed for the night. The events of what happened in the woods played over and over in their heads like a bad song that wouldn't stop playing on the radio.
Later that night, Hayden tossed and turned in bed in a cold sweat, and he was growling and snarling in his sleep. He curled up into a ball underneath the crimson blankets of his bed and whimpered like a dog who got hurt or something.
A/N: How was that? Pretty good? The wolf has attacked Hayden. This is where problems begin for these two inseparable friends. More to come in the next update. Please review, thanks!