*Eight years later*
"Damn it Krelborn!" Mr. Goldsmith yelled. Seymour was on the ground, picking up pieces of a broken cup.
"I'm sorry sir! I swear I didn't mean to!"
"You never mean to! Stupid little klutz!" He smacked the boy in the back of the head, making his glasses fall off. He tried to reach for them, but Mr. Goldsmith kicked them away. "Don't you dare do anything else until you've picked that glass up." Then he walked away. The other boys in the cafeteria snickered at Seymour. He groped for the broken glass, only seeing blobs. He cut his fingers a few times but finally managed to pick everything up. Seymour threw it all away and started feeling around for his glasses. There was no one else in the kitchen to help him, not that anyone wanted to help. No one really liked him.
Once Seymour had found his glasses, he walked to his room. Supper had ended without him, again. He was used to going to sleep hungry. He was clumsy, and often broke things and hurt himself by accident. Mr. Goldsmith often punished him for his clumsiness by making him miss meals. The minute Seymour walked into his room, his roommates, and only friends, threw their pillows at him. "What'd you do that for?" he said.
"Your bunk wasn't clean enough so the old geezer made us clean the entire room," Jimmy answered.
"And since you weren't here, we even had to do your cleaning job!" David continued.
"I'm sorry, guys. You remember me dropping my cup and Mr. Goldsmith making me clean it all up. I couldn't see anything, so it took longer than I thought it would." After his explanation, Seymour showed his friends his hands and how cut up they were. They forgave him and the three went to back to their bunks. Seymour's was on the top, above David's bed. Jimmy was on top on the bunk across from theirs.
"Hey Davey, what were your parents like?" Seymour asked.
"Well… They were nice. They loved me a lot, and they got along well. The neighbors said that it was really special seeing a couple that loved each other that much, especially seeing that we live on Skid Row."
"How about you Jim?"
"My old man hated me. My momma wouldn't let him hurt me, so he hurt her instead. After she died, he took me here. What about your parents Seymour?" Seymour sighed.
"They died shortly after I was born. Mr. Goldsmith told me that a neighbor left me here." He started to choke up. "I never knew them, and I really wish I did." After a long pause Mr. Goldsmith came into their room.
"Krelborn, why weren't you hereto help your roommates clean?"
"I was cleaning up the glass I dropped on the floor, sir."
"You should have gone quicker. No breakfast. You are to stay in your room until lessons."
"Sir, that's a little unfair. Seymour couldn't see the glass because he didn't have his glasses on," Jimmy said. Mr. Goldsmith turned and scowled at him.
"McAdams, did I ask for your opinion?"
"No, sir, you did not. But he hasn't eaten for a few days because you've punished him."
"You're joining him McAdams. Would you care to say anything Frankowski?"
"No, sir," David answered.
"Good. Lights out."
"Yes, sir," they replied in unison.
"Don't worry, I'll bring you guys something to eat," David said after a few minutes.
"Don't bother with me, I'll be alright," Jimmy said. "Seymour's the one who needs all the food he can get."
"I'll be fine. I've gone two weeks without food."
"What about water?"
"About three days. I can't go too long without it."
"I'm still bring you something to eat."
"You bring me something, I'll give it to him," Jimmy said, pointing to Seymour.
"Do that, and I'll throw it out the window."
"Fine. Hey, do you think we'll ever get adopted?" Jim asked.
"I doubt I will. No one wants a skinny piece of trash like me," Seymour said.
"Don't say that. I bet you'll be out of this place before us," David said.
"I hope you're right." With that Seymour fell asleep.
***I am really bad at chapter titles. :) His clumsiness has been revealed!