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Pamela watched her son slowly chew his breakfast cereal, looking for any obvious signs of worry in his movements. She'd walk him to the bus, if she had more time she'd drive him to school herself. Pam had rung the school to explain her son's 'condition' and she'd been outraged that the school was unwilling to cater to her boy's 'special needs' and were dumping him into a regular class.
Dumping him into the lion's den more like! She thought angrily as she gazed at Jason from the kitchen counter. He munched on the cereal mechanically, his eyes unfocused, staring straight in front of him. His face was blank but Pamela could read the tense posture of his strong shoulders.
She walked over to him, gently laying a hand on his shoulder. "Jason?" she asked quietly. Jason turned, his face suddenly awash with fear.
"Jason," Pam reassured, "school will be fine! You'll make lots of friends." She hugged him and he melted slightly into his mother's embrace.
Later, Pam watched as her only child, so fragile and innocent, climbed unsteadily onto the school bus. Jason sat down in one of the front seats of the bus; he turned to look at her through the dirty window. Resting his hand on the glass; he gave her a look of utter terror before the bus zoomed off. Pamela felt tears pricking in her eyes.
God don't hurt my baby, please God, protect him!
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Freddy clambered onto the school bus, now brimming with greasy, hormone-driven, idiotic teenagers. He looked to where he normally sat, at the front, so he didn't have to sit behind any of his peers. Somebody was sitting in his seat.
At first he was just in shock, NOBODY sat in HIS seat. He almost couldn't believe that there as somebody sitting there. But then he looked at the boy more closely. His face was pretty messed up, soft-looking blonde hair almost shoulder length, larger green eyes fixed on the seat in front of him, dark grey jumper, fair complexion, his arms clutched his bag to his chest. The other male barely moved.
If it wasn't for his breathing, Freddy would have though he was made of wax or something. Frowning he reached forwards to snap his fingers in the taller boy's face. "Oi, bitch! Wake up!" The other turned to him confusedly just as the bus took a sharp turn, Freddy was flung forwards with a shriek to end up in Jason's lap.
Kids on the bus began laughing at the small, mouthy brunette's predicament. Freddy stared up at the equally shocked boy. He noticed how the other made no move to push him off his lap. Maybe he didn't understand what was going on…. Was he retarded or something?!
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