Chapter One: Kindergarten (Continuted)
Castiel:
"Castiel!" Gabriel shouted throwing open my bedroom door. "Watch and finish making dinner! I gotta go get Balthazar!"
I look up at Gabriel, "Sure, I can do that." I said getting up and walking into the kitchen.
"Thanks, Castiel ... a," Gabriel said walking out the door.
"HEY!" I shouted.
Dean:
"In my picture, I drew my dad, my brother Sam, my mom, our car, and myself." I said. I sat down after I was done. I didn't really pay much attention to the others. I knew I should have but I went back to thinking about my nightmare. I don't understand why I have them. I hope I grow out of them.
Castiel:
I set the chicken, macaroni, mashed potatos, and cream corn on the table as Gabriel and Balthazar get back.
"Castiel!" Balthazar said. "How was your first day?" he asked me not knowing. He was only 1 year older than me and in 6th grade like kids 11 or 12 should be.
"Horrible! and I don't want to talk about it. If you wanna know, ask Gabriel." I said, as we all sat down to eat.
Everyone was quiet. When I was finished I washed the dishes and went to my room. I layed down and thought about today. In no time, I was asleep.
Dean:
When I get off the bus, I see my dad and Sam getting out of the impala. "HI!" I screamed.
"Hey! Dean, how was your first day?" my father asked.
"It was fun, but I'd rather stay here." I said.
"I'm sorry, it's the law. You have to go to school," my father asked. "So, what did you do today?"
"Here!" I said handing him my drawing. "I drew us today. We had to draw our family."
"Dean," my father whispered. "Can I keep this?"
"Yeah! What's for dinner? I am hungry! I forgot my lunch," I said.
"Spaghetti … again. Like you wanted," my dad sighs but smiles.
"Yeyy!" I scream.
"Yeah, Yeah. Come on. Lets go inside."
Castiel:
"Hey! Little bro! Wake up!" Gabriel yelled.
"Uguh," I groaned. "I don't want to go! I don't feel good!" I lied.
"Get up. Your never sick," Gabriel yells at me. I get dressed, grab my bag, and go down stairs. "Happy? I am ready." I said.
"Yepp. Here, eat this," Gabriel hands me a bagel with cream cheese. I take it and eat it while I wait for the bus.
When I got on the bus and sat down, I heard Bela yell, "OH, look, it's the 11 year old smarty pants!"
Okay, so didn't have time in class like I planned. Because my school made me stay there for an assembly and then send me to the other school I go to. Yeah, not really what I had planned. I'm going to attempt to update 2 times tomorrow because it will be Saturday, and my friend is coming over and we always right stories and get really far in the writing.
