Yay! Chapter 11! :D and tomorrow it will be Christmas Eve! XD I spend tomorrow with my dad and my grand-parents are coming over! So I'm very exited! But let's get this chapter on the road! ^-^

Zack: Yay! Christmas Eve! I'll get the champange!

Me: I don't drink. O_O

Zack: That's okay, I'll let Cloud drink with me!

Cloud: Zack, I don't drink either.

Zack: WHAA? When I was your age-*BLABLABLAHBLAHH*

Chapter 11! :) Oh, and a early Merry Christmas to you all!
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Zack and Cloud were waiting outside at the bus-stop. Cloud wiggled around nervously.

"You okay?" Zack asked him.

"I'm fine." He quickly replied back, not wanting his brother to worry.

The yellow school bus pulled up and opened it's doors. Cloud gulped as he stepped on first. He chose the first seat on the left, it was unoccupied. Zack slid in beside him.

"Hey, calm down Cloud. You'll be fine today." Zack smiled, ruffling his brother's hair.

Cloud forced a smile. Zack sighed.

"Don't force a smile to make me feel better." He sighed.

Cloud just nodded as the bus began to stop at another sector. Cloud felt people staring at him, or his crazy hair. Zack would glare at all the younger kids who gave his brother weird looks. But sadly, he wouldn't be around to do that in his classroom. That's when the bus arrived at the school. Cloud took a few deep breaths and left the bus behind Zack.

"You know where your going?" Zack asked patting Cloud's back. Cloud nodded. "Alright, see you later!" Zack grinned, quickly kissing Cloud's head before dashing off.

Cloud found himself smiling as he went to his classroom. A few children were already there. Mr. Greenfeild noticed Cloud quietly slip in.

"Good morning Cloud, your seat is the in the first row, second to the back." He smiled.

He quickly placed his bag and coat in the proper place before returning to his seat with his school supplies. He felt children a few rows across whispering about him and giggling. He blushed and turned away to look at the floor. He hated it when people stared at him, or giggled at him. Then, the whole class filled in the other seats. Only four remain empty.

"Good morning class. I'm your teacher Mr. Greenfeild, but of course you already knew that." He smiled facepalming to get a laugh out of all the kids. That worked susccessful. Even Cloud found himself giggling.

"Alright, first thing to start the day with, were going to indroduce ourselves to the class. Form a circle." Mr. Greenfeild smiled.

All the kids got up to form a circle. Cloud stayed in his seat. Group activities were not his favorite thing in the world.

"Cloud, that means you too." Mr. Greenfeild chuckled.

Cloud jumped up and went to a part of the circle that had yet to be formed, and children filled in the gaps between him. One of the kids, was a girl with long chocolate brown hair, with dark brown eyes. She smiled at Cloud. He returned the smile, it was the polite thing to do.

"Alright class, sit down, Sarah, remain standing." The class obeyed.

Sarah began to talk about herself, where she was born, bla bla blah. Then, it came the one girl that had smiled at Cloud's turn. She stood up and smiled.

"Hi, my name is Tifa Lockheart. I was born and rasied in Nebelheim, but move to Midgar two years ago with my parents. my dad runs a local bar in sector 7 called the Seventh Heaven, and my mom helps run an item store." She smiled, then she sat herself down.

Then it was Cloud's turn. He slowly stood up.

"Um, My name is Cloud Strife, I was raised in an orphanage until a few months ago, but the woman who raised me died. Then, me and my brother ran away from the city of Kalm and came to Midgar, only to be homeless for a week before a nice man named Angeal took us in where me and my brother currently reside."

Some kids gasped as Cloud sat down and hugged his knees.

"I'm sorry." Tifa said.

"Don't apologize, It's not your fault." Cloud said, flashing her a quick smile.

Tifa cheered up some and went back to smiling. Soon, the get to know each other game ended and we went back to our seats.

"Alright, let's start off our first lesson with some reading. Open your books to page 35." He instructed.

The class did as they were told. The story was an old fable Miss Marie used to tell Zack and Cloud. It was called 'Foolish Little Chocobo.' Cloud loved this story.

"Does anyone want to read it?" Mr. Greenfeild asked.

"I will." Cloud smiled.

"Alright, go ahead." Mr. Greenfeild stated pulling out some thin-framed reading glasses.

"The Foolish Little Chocobo, By Katelynne Whires." Cloud said before beginning the story, it was only right to read the introduction first.

"There once was a little chocobo, some people called him foolish, some called him stupid, but some others said, he was just too generous. This Chocobo, whom had no name, roamed the barren plains near Midgar. There was a small family of moogles who looked hungry and sick. The chocobo strutted up to them.

'Hello, I'm Chocobo, the one with no name. Are you in need of somthing?' he warked innocently.

'Yes, my children are sick and lost there father to a gruesome war. we are also tired and hungry.'

Chocobo felt bad for the poor family and removed some medicene and gil from his satchel around his broad neck.

'I hope you find happiness, even with this little gift.' He warked.

But Chocobo didn't realize that everyone he helped, were just tricking him. By this time, Chocobo was weak and tired, he had given away his food and all money, he was poor and cold.
The snow above fell to the ground. Chocobo had even plucked all of his feathers to make a blanket for some poor moogle orphans, who had also tricked him.
He feld to a forest out of shame and embarresment. While in the forest, Fidors had surrounded him, looking for a teasty meal.
Chocobo refused at first. But they begged and pleaded and promised him nice things. Chocobo gave in with a smile forming on his beak. Soon, they began to eat him. The only thing left was his head, they even ate his eyes.

'That was a tasty meal, here is somthing for your kindness.' The fidor said, leaving behind a slip of paper that had the word 'fool' written across it.

Then they left. Even though Chocobo had no eyes, he cried. He cried tears of joy. 'Oh thank you! This was the first present anyone has ever given me, thank you so much!' And he continued to cry, until he died, with a smile on his beak.

You see, this Chocobo wasn't foolish, or overly generous, nor was he tricked. He did those things because he WANTED to, not because he had too. Thats what made the little chocobo with no name, so well known." Cloud finished up.

"Very good Cloud. Does anyone know why the author added that last bit in there?" Cloud once again raised his hand. Mr. Greenfeild called on him again.

"The author wanted to get the point across, that you can do good for someone even if all they do is take and take, you still feel good about it and thats what true happiness is." Cloud smiled brightly. Holding back some tears.

Reading that story again brought Cloud back some happy memories.

"Very, very well said Cloud. Thank you." Mr. Greenfeild smiled.

Looks like school would be funner than Cloud thought...well, maybe. Because next, was the dreaded lunch. And eating lunch when your new isn't exactly a walk in the park...