Eli: Hey everyone thanks for the reviews! The last chapter of
introductions! And now, I introduce the latest character that we haven't
really heard about, Andrew John Nottingham. Enjoy!
Sara walked by the rooms in the hallway one by one. None of her kids were good at getting out of bed at time. After yelling for Bethany to get up through the teen's music and damn near had to throw water on Jamie to get him up, she stood at the end of the hall rapping on her last child's door. She could hear his alarm going off like crazy, it's 'Morning, earthling' going on and on and on.
"Andy, get up!" She yelled at him. No reply. "Now, Andrew!" She knocked on the door again and heard the alarm clock get shut off. She nodded and went into the kitchen for breakfast.
Half an hour later, the sixteen year old and the fourteen year old were at the table, but the eight year old was still missing. Sara went back over to his room and pounded on the door. "Andrew, are you still in there?"
"Nothin' in here but the FBI's most unwanted." Was his reply. She heard him laugh and shook her head. "Andrew, stop watching your X-Files DVD's and go eat breakfast."
"But Mom......."
She cut him off. "Don't make me go in there and drag you out." She warned him. She heard his TV shut off as he trudged toward the door and opened it. He walked out into the hallway as Sara then practically marched him into the kitchen. He sat down next to Jamie and started eating his toast. He then downed his glass of orange juice. He took another bite out of his toast. "Ey ad, an ou ples pass the ornge uice." He murmured through is food.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Ian told him as he passed him the carton of orange juice. Andy took it from him and swallowed with a huge gulp. "Thank you." He said politely as he poured himself another glassful. His Dad looked him over curiously.
"Andrew, didn't you wear that shirt yesterday?" He asked.
The boy shook his head. "No. You see, the shirt I wore yesterday said 'Your Lord and Master, Foamy'." He informed him as he held up a chunk of his black shirt. "This shirt says 'Beware my squirrely wrath!'."
His parents traded looks with each other before his Father nodded. "Oh, okay." Andy looked back down at his food, not noticing his parents mouthing out denials that he took after the other one. Beth and Jamie watched on amused. No one was actually sure who Andy took after as far as personality wise, but for looks, whoa! Andy looked so much like his Daddy that it was startling. They had once compared him to a picture they had of Ian when he was little and the resemblance was almost down to detail.
When Andy was done eating, he put his plate into the sink and picked up his metallic red back pack that had a picture of a phoenix on it. "Mom, may I please have money for lunch?" He asked her cutely as he looked up at her. She grinned and got money out of her pocket for him. Jamie scowled as he picked up his back pack. "And can your other children have money, too?" He asked.
Sara laughed. "Your sister has her own money from her job, and you already made your lunch." She replied. Jamie shrugged. "I'm a growing boy." He told her. She shook her head and hugged him. "Have a nice day at school." She told him before she went to frisk her eldest for weapons.
Andy laughed as Jamie glared down at him. Andy stuck out his tongue and then ran out the door toward the car. Jamie chased after him. Ian unlocked the car door just as Andrew flew by him and started hiding behind him from Jamie. "Dad!!" Andy complained as Jamie chased him in circles around him.
"James, leave him alone." He ordered. Jamie stopped running and nodded. 'Spoiled brat. Baby of the family gets everything.' He thought to himself. Ian opened the door for them and Andy got in. Jamie got in the front seat and shut the door before Bethany walked up to the car. She slid in next to Andy.
Bethany put her backpack in between them as she played around with her MP3. Andy eyed the pockets, wondering if any of them had a weapon. He looked over at Beth and then back at her bag as he quietly opened up one of the zippers. He went to put his hand in when a hand with short but sharp black nails grabbed his wrists. He looked up at his sister to see her shaking her head. "Do it and Bastet will have your CSI DVD's as her new scratch toys." She told him before she let go of his arm. Andy scooted closer to his side of the seat.
He stared out the window, watching everything with interest. When they stopped for a red light, he saw a man in black jeans and a red shirt looking right at him. The man nodded at him and he nodded back, ignoring the gun wound shots the guy had at his temple and the blood dripping down out of them. He blinked a few more times and the man had disappeared. Andy smiled as the car started up again.
They soon reached Andy's school. As soon as the doors unlocked, Andy flew out of the car, not forgetting to say good bye to his Dad before he closed the door. He heard the early bell ring as he stepped onto the play ground. Kids started heading toward their classes. Andy started toward his class when a glimpse of a woman behind him stopped him. He turned around and smiled.
"Hi Grandma Lizzie." He said brightly to the apparition. She smiled down at him. "Hello, Andrew." She said sweetly as she studied the little boy. He could see her cringe when she read his shirt. He giggled. She shook her head. "I rather not know." She told him. "Pat your hair down, get rid of the crumbs by your mouth, and you're all set for the day. I will see you later." She told him. He did as she told him and when he looked back at her, she was gone. He shrugged and started toward his class before he was late.
-Later-
As the rest of his third grade class played with the toys in there class, Andy was hooked up to the internet through the class computers. With a few tricks he learned from Teresa, he was able to get pass the school blocks to get into his web sights about some of his more unlawful subjects. He was just reading up on the FBI's 10 most wanted when his teacher, Mr. Sullivan, came up behind him.
"And what would you be doing, Andrew?" He asked.
Andrew changed screens and turned around. "Just reading about sharks." He said innocently. "Did you know that they can smell blood from over a mile away?" He asked, pretending to be excited over that little fact. He couldn't tell if his teacher was buying it or not yet. Mr. Sullivan always wore black sunglasses that hid his eyes. After a moment of silence, his teacher nodded and walked away. Andy turned back to the computer.
He had only been in this class for a little over a month and a half, but he was sure there was something off about his teacher. He was too quiet and detached to be a REAL elementary school teacher. Currently, Andrew suspected him to be a spy from Belgium that was collecting facts about American children to sell to the Japanese when they made their next anime cartoon so that they could use the cartoon to brainwash all the children and put them under their control to dominate the world.
Well, that or he was just a really weird guy.
Either way, Andy was going to find out.
He was on for another ten minutes when his teacher had the kids clean up and take out their homework. He had assigned them to write one paragraph on a subject. Mr. Sullivan took notes as the children each went up and read their paragraphs out loud. Most were about their pets or a cartoon. Andrew got up when Mr. Sullivan called his name. He walked to the front of the class. He tried to shake as he pulled out his paper. He looked up at his classmates, and then beyond them. On the back wall, he could see Grandma Lizzie sitting back like a proper lady as she waited to hear him. He smiled and started.
"My paragraph is about Jack the Ripper. At the end of the nineteenth century and the beginning of the twentieth, there was a killer that went around killing prostitutes in England that they called Jack the Ripper. They called him Jack the Ripper because-" His teacher coughed loudly and interrupted.
"Andrew, I think that is enough. Just hand in your paper." He told him. Andrew shrugged and gave his paper to the teacher's aid. The young girl looked over his paper and turned pale as she went over to the garbage can and lost her lunch. As the rest of the children watched the teacher help her to the first aid, Lizzie looked at him curiously. He shrugged. "I only added a picture at the bottom." He stated quietly. He saw her grin sadly and shake her head before she faded into the sunlight and was gone again.
-Later-
Andrew sat down in the corner of his Mom's office angrily. His arms were cross over his chest and he was frowning. He didn't say anything when Danny had said bye to him went he left for lunch. He stayed angry until his mom came back in into the office and shut the door. She sat back on the front of her desk. He didn't say anything to her. She looked him over. "Talk to me, Andy." She told him. He looked away from her and remained silent. "C'mon, baby. I know you didn't start the fight. You didn't hurt anyone. No one is mad at you. Just tell me what's wrong. What happened?" She asked his quietly.
He looked down and she heard him mumble something. She came closer and listened. "Repeat that."
"They called me schizo again!" He said angrily. Sara sighed and pulled him to her. Andy rested his head on her shoulder and tried not to cry. She stroked his back soothingly.
"Andy, you know you're not schizophrenic. You know you're not crazy. It's just...... Your gift. I know you try and that you forget. I didn't mean for you to inherit anything, but you did. I know it's hard, no one understand how hard it is better than me, but you have to do your best. That's the only way to get through this. Okay?"
"Okay." He murmured out. Sara flattened his hair out. "I gotta go meet Uncle Danny somewhere. Bethany will pick you up after she gets off work." She told him as she picked up her jacket.
"Can I go downstairs and stay with Auntie Vicky?" He asked hopefully. Sara shook her head. "She's not there. And Eric is still upset about the last time you went down to the morgue."
"I only played with the bones a little. I didn't know they were evidence." He argued. "Can I go on the computer?" He asked. She sighed. "Homework first." She told him seriously. She flashed him the witchblade and grinned. "And don't lie cause I'll know."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said as he pulled out his notebook and started on his math sheet. Sara kissed the top of his head and left her office, closing it securely behind her.
Coming Attractions:
Another Saturday Morning
Andy's info
Age: 8 Grade 3 There, updated info about every kid.
Sara walked by the rooms in the hallway one by one. None of her kids were good at getting out of bed at time. After yelling for Bethany to get up through the teen's music and damn near had to throw water on Jamie to get him up, she stood at the end of the hall rapping on her last child's door. She could hear his alarm going off like crazy, it's 'Morning, earthling' going on and on and on.
"Andy, get up!" She yelled at him. No reply. "Now, Andrew!" She knocked on the door again and heard the alarm clock get shut off. She nodded and went into the kitchen for breakfast.
Half an hour later, the sixteen year old and the fourteen year old were at the table, but the eight year old was still missing. Sara went back over to his room and pounded on the door. "Andrew, are you still in there?"
"Nothin' in here but the FBI's most unwanted." Was his reply. She heard him laugh and shook her head. "Andrew, stop watching your X-Files DVD's and go eat breakfast."
"But Mom......."
She cut him off. "Don't make me go in there and drag you out." She warned him. She heard his TV shut off as he trudged toward the door and opened it. He walked out into the hallway as Sara then practically marched him into the kitchen. He sat down next to Jamie and started eating his toast. He then downed his glass of orange juice. He took another bite out of his toast. "Ey ad, an ou ples pass the ornge uice." He murmured through is food.
"Don't talk with your mouth full." Ian told him as he passed him the carton of orange juice. Andy took it from him and swallowed with a huge gulp. "Thank you." He said politely as he poured himself another glassful. His Dad looked him over curiously.
"Andrew, didn't you wear that shirt yesterday?" He asked.
The boy shook his head. "No. You see, the shirt I wore yesterday said 'Your Lord and Master, Foamy'." He informed him as he held up a chunk of his black shirt. "This shirt says 'Beware my squirrely wrath!'."
His parents traded looks with each other before his Father nodded. "Oh, okay." Andy looked back down at his food, not noticing his parents mouthing out denials that he took after the other one. Beth and Jamie watched on amused. No one was actually sure who Andy took after as far as personality wise, but for looks, whoa! Andy looked so much like his Daddy that it was startling. They had once compared him to a picture they had of Ian when he was little and the resemblance was almost down to detail.
When Andy was done eating, he put his plate into the sink and picked up his metallic red back pack that had a picture of a phoenix on it. "Mom, may I please have money for lunch?" He asked her cutely as he looked up at her. She grinned and got money out of her pocket for him. Jamie scowled as he picked up his back pack. "And can your other children have money, too?" He asked.
Sara laughed. "Your sister has her own money from her job, and you already made your lunch." She replied. Jamie shrugged. "I'm a growing boy." He told her. She shook her head and hugged him. "Have a nice day at school." She told him before she went to frisk her eldest for weapons.
Andy laughed as Jamie glared down at him. Andy stuck out his tongue and then ran out the door toward the car. Jamie chased after him. Ian unlocked the car door just as Andrew flew by him and started hiding behind him from Jamie. "Dad!!" Andy complained as Jamie chased him in circles around him.
"James, leave him alone." He ordered. Jamie stopped running and nodded. 'Spoiled brat. Baby of the family gets everything.' He thought to himself. Ian opened the door for them and Andy got in. Jamie got in the front seat and shut the door before Bethany walked up to the car. She slid in next to Andy.
Bethany put her backpack in between them as she played around with her MP3. Andy eyed the pockets, wondering if any of them had a weapon. He looked over at Beth and then back at her bag as he quietly opened up one of the zippers. He went to put his hand in when a hand with short but sharp black nails grabbed his wrists. He looked up at his sister to see her shaking her head. "Do it and Bastet will have your CSI DVD's as her new scratch toys." She told him before she let go of his arm. Andy scooted closer to his side of the seat.
He stared out the window, watching everything with interest. When they stopped for a red light, he saw a man in black jeans and a red shirt looking right at him. The man nodded at him and he nodded back, ignoring the gun wound shots the guy had at his temple and the blood dripping down out of them. He blinked a few more times and the man had disappeared. Andy smiled as the car started up again.
They soon reached Andy's school. As soon as the doors unlocked, Andy flew out of the car, not forgetting to say good bye to his Dad before he closed the door. He heard the early bell ring as he stepped onto the play ground. Kids started heading toward their classes. Andy started toward his class when a glimpse of a woman behind him stopped him. He turned around and smiled.
"Hi Grandma Lizzie." He said brightly to the apparition. She smiled down at him. "Hello, Andrew." She said sweetly as she studied the little boy. He could see her cringe when she read his shirt. He giggled. She shook her head. "I rather not know." She told him. "Pat your hair down, get rid of the crumbs by your mouth, and you're all set for the day. I will see you later." She told him. He did as she told him and when he looked back at her, she was gone. He shrugged and started toward his class before he was late.
-Later-
As the rest of his third grade class played with the toys in there class, Andy was hooked up to the internet through the class computers. With a few tricks he learned from Teresa, he was able to get pass the school blocks to get into his web sights about some of his more unlawful subjects. He was just reading up on the FBI's 10 most wanted when his teacher, Mr. Sullivan, came up behind him.
"And what would you be doing, Andrew?" He asked.
Andrew changed screens and turned around. "Just reading about sharks." He said innocently. "Did you know that they can smell blood from over a mile away?" He asked, pretending to be excited over that little fact. He couldn't tell if his teacher was buying it or not yet. Mr. Sullivan always wore black sunglasses that hid his eyes. After a moment of silence, his teacher nodded and walked away. Andy turned back to the computer.
He had only been in this class for a little over a month and a half, but he was sure there was something off about his teacher. He was too quiet and detached to be a REAL elementary school teacher. Currently, Andrew suspected him to be a spy from Belgium that was collecting facts about American children to sell to the Japanese when they made their next anime cartoon so that they could use the cartoon to brainwash all the children and put them under their control to dominate the world.
Well, that or he was just a really weird guy.
Either way, Andy was going to find out.
He was on for another ten minutes when his teacher had the kids clean up and take out their homework. He had assigned them to write one paragraph on a subject. Mr. Sullivan took notes as the children each went up and read their paragraphs out loud. Most were about their pets or a cartoon. Andrew got up when Mr. Sullivan called his name. He walked to the front of the class. He tried to shake as he pulled out his paper. He looked up at his classmates, and then beyond them. On the back wall, he could see Grandma Lizzie sitting back like a proper lady as she waited to hear him. He smiled and started.
"My paragraph is about Jack the Ripper. At the end of the nineteenth century and the beginning of the twentieth, there was a killer that went around killing prostitutes in England that they called Jack the Ripper. They called him Jack the Ripper because-" His teacher coughed loudly and interrupted.
"Andrew, I think that is enough. Just hand in your paper." He told him. Andrew shrugged and gave his paper to the teacher's aid. The young girl looked over his paper and turned pale as she went over to the garbage can and lost her lunch. As the rest of the children watched the teacher help her to the first aid, Lizzie looked at him curiously. He shrugged. "I only added a picture at the bottom." He stated quietly. He saw her grin sadly and shake her head before she faded into the sunlight and was gone again.
-Later-
Andrew sat down in the corner of his Mom's office angrily. His arms were cross over his chest and he was frowning. He didn't say anything when Danny had said bye to him went he left for lunch. He stayed angry until his mom came back in into the office and shut the door. She sat back on the front of her desk. He didn't say anything to her. She looked him over. "Talk to me, Andy." She told him. He looked away from her and remained silent. "C'mon, baby. I know you didn't start the fight. You didn't hurt anyone. No one is mad at you. Just tell me what's wrong. What happened?" She asked his quietly.
He looked down and she heard him mumble something. She came closer and listened. "Repeat that."
"They called me schizo again!" He said angrily. Sara sighed and pulled him to her. Andy rested his head on her shoulder and tried not to cry. She stroked his back soothingly.
"Andy, you know you're not schizophrenic. You know you're not crazy. It's just...... Your gift. I know you try and that you forget. I didn't mean for you to inherit anything, but you did. I know it's hard, no one understand how hard it is better than me, but you have to do your best. That's the only way to get through this. Okay?"
"Okay." He murmured out. Sara flattened his hair out. "I gotta go meet Uncle Danny somewhere. Bethany will pick you up after she gets off work." She told him as she picked up her jacket.
"Can I go downstairs and stay with Auntie Vicky?" He asked hopefully. Sara shook her head. "She's not there. And Eric is still upset about the last time you went down to the morgue."
"I only played with the bones a little. I didn't know they were evidence." He argued. "Can I go on the computer?" He asked. She sighed. "Homework first." She told him seriously. She flashed him the witchblade and grinned. "And don't lie cause I'll know."
"Yeah, yeah, yeah." He said as he pulled out his notebook and started on his math sheet. Sara kissed the top of his head and left her office, closing it securely behind her.
Coming Attractions:
Another Saturday Morning
Andy's info
Age: 8 Grade 3 There, updated info about every kid.
