I'm so happy that people are reading my story. Someone said something about Sammy and Emma being cheeky. Well here's a chapter to go with that.

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Sammy opens his book and picks up his pencil. " I hate maths."

Emma smiles and picks up her own pencil. " No you don't your good at it. I don't like P.E. My mum says that P.E is good for me and that I need to do it. But I don't like running aroung. why can't they let us..."

" Emma please pay attention." Mrs Smith points to the board. " What did I just say?"

" Uh, um you said that, um, ohh," Emma turns to Sammy." What did she say?"

" Don't look at me. I was listening to you going on and on and on." Sam mimes talking with his hands.

Mrs Smith taps the board again, " Do I need to seperate you two?"

" No Mrs Smith. Me and Emma are just fine. Please continue." Sammy brings out puppy eyes.

Emma covers her mouth to stop the giggles. She looks up at Mrs Smith." Please continue."

Mrs Smith looks from Emma to Sammy. " Don't make me send you to another class." She walks back to the board and points again to the sum on the board. " Okay. If Charles has 8 bananas and Charlotte eats 2 how many does he have left.?"

"6" Sammy shouts out.

" That's correct. But next time please put your hand up." Mrs Smith writes another sum on the board, " Terry has 14 apples and Gilly takes four, how many are left?"

Emma raises her hand. She waits for the teacher to notice her. " Why does Terry have 14 apples?"

" Because in our sum he does." Mrs Smith blows out a breath. " Do you know the answer?"

" Mrs Smith why did Gilly take four?" Sammy places the end of his pencil agaisnt his lips.

Mrs Smith rubs her forehead with her fingers. " Beacuse she wanted four. Do you know the answer?"

Sammy nods his head " Yep. Terry has Ten apples left. Mrs Smith?"

Mrs Smith sighs. " Yes Sammy."

Sammy scratches his head," Why do they all have so much food. My daddy says that if you eat too much food you puke."

" Sammy these are just made up scenario's to help you with the math problems." Mrs Smith sits down in her chair. " It makes it more interesting."

Emma puts her pencil down and wiggles her nose. " Mrs Smith?"

" Yes Emma."

" What's scenario's?" Emma scratches her eyebrow.

The rest of the class start to chatter." How about I explain it at playtime. You can sit with me while everyone else plays. Lets just finish our work."

" You are in trouble." Sammy pokes his tongue at Emma. " Ha ha!"

" Sammy you can join us aswell." Mrs Smith points a piece of chalk at him. " Anyone else." There's a few whispers of no around the room. "Fine lets continue."

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"Okay. You two can copy these sums into your book. When you're finished you can go outside to play." Mrs Smith writes some questions on the board before sitting at her desk. She looks up at a knock on the door. "Hello Mr Kane. Can I help you?"

Evan looks at Sammy and Emma at the tables then back at Mrs Smith. " Uh, there's a call for you in the staff room."

" Okay. Can you keep an eye on these two for me? They have to finish the questions." She picks up some papers and heads for the staffroom.

Evan takes a seat opposite Sammy. " Why are you in detention?"

" She could't shut her cake hole." Sammy stares at Emma.

" Me. You were talking aswell. I asked a question and you just started..." Emma looks up at Evan when he coughs.

He points at the board. "Keep writing. This is the second time in two weeks that I have found you in here. Your Daddy's not going to be happy."

" It's Dad. I'm not a baby anymore. I'm 6. It was her fault." Sammy blows the hair away from his eye's.

" It was not me. " Emma slaps Sammy's shoulder.

Mr Kane stands and moves to stand behind there chairs. He lowers himself to their height. " No domestics please. Listen to me okay. If you two keep messing around like this Mrs Smith will seperate you both and i'm sure you don't want that, do you?" He receives two quick shakes of the heads. " Good. Now do your work quickly there's a football match happening outside and the other class is winning." He pats their shoulders and stands. Mrs Jones walks back in. " Everything okay?"

" Yes thank you. How were Bonnie and Clyde?" Mrs Smith sits in her chair and pulls out a pen.

" I don't think Bonnie or Clyde will be causing anymore mischif. Will we?" He looks down at them.

" Nope." Emma shakes her head.

Sammy places a finger on his chin and looks around the room and stops at Mrs Smith. " Nope." He picks up his pencil and starts to write down the sums.

Evan walks over to Mrs Smith. " They're good kids."

" I know." She smiles at the two copying the sums. " They're just very cheeky." She looks up at Evan. " I guess the other year teachers have something to look forward to."

Evan laughs. " The worse part is as they get older they get worse." He looks over at Sammy who is looking back at him. He gives Sammy a wink before leaving the classroom.

" Have you two finished?" Mrs Smith pulls an apple out of her drawer.

" Did you pinch that from Terry?" Sammy points to the apple.

Mrs Smith looks down at her apple and smiles. She leans forward on her desks, both hands clasping the apple. " Get out of here. Go!" She nods to the door. " Go on go before I change my mind."

" Bet I get there before you!" Sammy pulls Emma's hood up over her head and eye's and runs out of the classroom.

Emma pulls it off and chases after him. "Hey no fair!"

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Dean pulls up outside the school and looks out for Sammy. He spots him walking slowly talking with Emma. Dean presses on the horn. He laughs when Sammy rolls his eye's and holds up a finger for him to wait. " Cheeky monkey."

Sammy runs over to the car and opens the door, jumping in. "Hey Dad."

Dean pouts his lips. " Still going with Dad huh?"

" Dude, i'm 6 not four. What's for dinner?" Sammy reaches over to turn the radio on but a hand grabs his wrist first. " What?"

" Leave it off." Dean looks out the side and rearview mirror before pulling out. " How was school?"

" Fine." Sammy looks out the window.

" Fine." Dean indicates and turns right. "It was fine. So nothing interesting happened today? No big lizards eating people.? No dancing zebra's? No monkey teachers?" When Sammy doesn't respond he continues, "No hairy dinners? No pink goldfish doing the jive? No detentions?"

" Uh." Sammy starts to slide the zip of his coat up and down.

Dean looks out the window to smile. He composes himself and looks out the front window. "Uh. That's all you've got to say. No oops."

Sammy lets go of the zip and starts to tap his fingers on his legs. " So you know?"

" Yeah I know. My son get's a detention I know. " Dean takes a quick look at Sammy before looking back to the road. " I don't see why you just can't tell me. Everbody has detention now and again. Believe me I had a few."

" You did?" Sammy stares wide eyed at Dean.

" Yeah. But that's beside the point. I just want you to know that you can tell me anything.Good or bad.Okay." Dean pulls the car infront of their apartment.

" I know. It's just that..." Sammy picks at his jeans.

Dean turns the engine off and turns in his seat to face Sammy, " Just what?"

Sammy looks out the passenger window then at his legs before looking at Dean. " It's just that sometimes I feel like i'll make you sad if i'm bad."

" I need you to understand something for me okay?" Dean cups Sammy's face with his hands, " It's okay to be a little bad now and again. Hell it's even good for you. No one can be super good all the time. If you get in trouble I would rather you tell me straight out and for the record you can never make me feel bad." He leans forwards and kisses the top of Sammy's head. " Your my boy and i'm your daddy so we're a team. We work together." He leans back looking at Sammy " Okay?"

"Yeah." Sammy stares straight at Dean ."Daddy I got a detention."

"Thank you for telling me. Now lets get inside and you can explain to me how you ended up in detention." Dean opens his door and gets out.

Sammy opens his door and gets out. " I love you Daddy."

Dean smiles and walks around to Sammy. Dean picks him up and slings him over his shoulder. " I love you too monkey boy." He bounces Sammy a few times before carrying him up to home.

"I'm not a monkey." Sammy clasps the back of Deans jacket. " I'm six!"

A big thank you to everybody that read this chapter. Please don't shoot me. I couldn't make Sammy a goody goody. Because if you're raised by someone like Dean there's no way in hell your end up an angel. But he does a good job.