This is an Everwood fanfic written by me, kaze.
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
A/N: Okay, I've gotten lazy. I didn't edit the whole story. Maybe later. First I'll just finish writing the rest of the story before I decide to rewrite everything. Thanks for your patience.
Chapter 19
Wendy stepped out of the principal's office. She walked to the side of the door and banged her head against the wall. 'Ugh! This has definitely, NOT, been a good day.' Wendy had still managed to earn herself a nice little detention.
"Even if you were provoked, you did not have to act on it." The principal's voice rang throughout Wendy's mind. The next couple of sentences really surprised Wendy, though. She didn't know that her old school knew what she had done in the past.
"We've checked our files. You always had such good grades. You're a remarkable student. However, how did these discipline slips get mixed in with this pile?"
Wendy continued to attend class throughout the day. However, she didn't talk to anyone. Finally, after three periods of people talking behind her back, she left. It was lunch so instead of heading towards the library or the lunchroom, Wendy went outside through the backdoor.
She didn't really care if she got into more trouble. 'Aaron will understand when they find out. He's the only one that ever does anyway...' She walked towards a woody area with trees coming to life. She placed her backpack against a specific tree with fungus growing near it. She laid on her backpack, staring at the bright sun. The harsh, cold wind blew against her body, making her shiver unwillingly.
There she laid. Still. Dead.
She ignored her surroundings: the bells, the announcements... everything. Wendy just laid there and thought about her life. She thought about the people in her life: Aaron, Wendell, Colin, Ephram, and Amy. She thought about how they treated her. But Wendy just could not understand why they treated her so differently. She couldn't understand it and she didn't want to understand it.
The bell rung for the last time for today. Wendy counted the number of bells rung unconsciously. She stood up from her spot and entered the building. She headed straight for the principal's office again. There, she faced even more punishment for cutting three important classes.
She had detention for three more days, one for each period she cut. Wendy didn't say anything and continued to listen to the principal's lecture. It was a little while longer until she was excused to go to the office for her detention.
Her detention consisted of work, work and more work. It was as if nobody in the office did any work so they just left it to any bad students who had detention. But then an attendant explained that they would rarely let any student handle important roster information, however, since Wendy was such a diligent student, they figured that they could unload the responsibility onto Wendy.
It wasn't until 4:00 when Wendy was let out of detention. She served an hour detention and if she didn't run home, she would be late for work. She grabbed her backpack and ran home once the attendant allowed Wendy to leave. There, she scribbled a sorry note to Aaron and quickly changed into her work clothes. By the time she arrived at Gino's, she was about ten minutes late. Gino accepted the apology and immediately set her to work.
Wendy returned home and was faced by a stoic Aaron. "An-ge..." she started.
"Qing zuo, xiao jie," he said. [Please sit, miss.]
Wendy sat down on the coach across from Aaron. She began to tell everything to Aaron in Mandarin. It made her feel better if she spoke to someone in her family's native language. If it made her feel better, then she wouldn't be so angry nor would she have the urge to cry.
Aaron absorbed Wendy's words like a sponge. After Wendy finished her thought-out speech in her broken Mandarin, Wendy sighed and attempted to blind herself from the ceiling lights. Aaron stood up from his seat and sat next to Wendy. He held her tight and kissed the top of her head.
"Mei shi le, xiao jie, mei shi le. Fa xian de shi yi jian guo le," he comforted. [It's okay, miss, it's okay. The things that happened has already passed.]
"Xie xie ni, An-ge," she whispered. [Thank you.] "Xie xie ni ting wo shuo shen me. Ru guo mei you ni... wo bu zhi dao wo zuo shen me." [Thank you for listening to what I have to say. If it wasn't for you, I don't know what I'd do.]
Please do not steal and say it's yours. Ask me for permission to post it up or something.
Characters are copyrighted by Warner Brothers and belong to Gregory Berlanti.
However, Aaron and Wendy are MINE.
A/N: Okay, I've gotten lazy. I didn't edit the whole story. Maybe later. First I'll just finish writing the rest of the story before I decide to rewrite everything. Thanks for your patience.
Chapter 19
Wendy stepped out of the principal's office. She walked to the side of the door and banged her head against the wall. 'Ugh! This has definitely, NOT, been a good day.' Wendy had still managed to earn herself a nice little detention.
"Even if you were provoked, you did not have to act on it." The principal's voice rang throughout Wendy's mind. The next couple of sentences really surprised Wendy, though. She didn't know that her old school knew what she had done in the past.
"We've checked our files. You always had such good grades. You're a remarkable student. However, how did these discipline slips get mixed in with this pile?"
Wendy continued to attend class throughout the day. However, she didn't talk to anyone. Finally, after three periods of people talking behind her back, she left. It was lunch so instead of heading towards the library or the lunchroom, Wendy went outside through the backdoor.
She didn't really care if she got into more trouble. 'Aaron will understand when they find out. He's the only one that ever does anyway...' She walked towards a woody area with trees coming to life. She placed her backpack against a specific tree with fungus growing near it. She laid on her backpack, staring at the bright sun. The harsh, cold wind blew against her body, making her shiver unwillingly.
There she laid. Still. Dead.
She ignored her surroundings: the bells, the announcements... everything. Wendy just laid there and thought about her life. She thought about the people in her life: Aaron, Wendell, Colin, Ephram, and Amy. She thought about how they treated her. But Wendy just could not understand why they treated her so differently. She couldn't understand it and she didn't want to understand it.
The bell rung for the last time for today. Wendy counted the number of bells rung unconsciously. She stood up from her spot and entered the building. She headed straight for the principal's office again. There, she faced even more punishment for cutting three important classes.
She had detention for three more days, one for each period she cut. Wendy didn't say anything and continued to listen to the principal's lecture. It was a little while longer until she was excused to go to the office for her detention.
Her detention consisted of work, work and more work. It was as if nobody in the office did any work so they just left it to any bad students who had detention. But then an attendant explained that they would rarely let any student handle important roster information, however, since Wendy was such a diligent student, they figured that they could unload the responsibility onto Wendy.
It wasn't until 4:00 when Wendy was let out of detention. She served an hour detention and if she didn't run home, she would be late for work. She grabbed her backpack and ran home once the attendant allowed Wendy to leave. There, she scribbled a sorry note to Aaron and quickly changed into her work clothes. By the time she arrived at Gino's, she was about ten minutes late. Gino accepted the apology and immediately set her to work.
Wendy returned home and was faced by a stoic Aaron. "An-ge..." she started.
"Qing zuo, xiao jie," he said. [Please sit, miss.]
Wendy sat down on the coach across from Aaron. She began to tell everything to Aaron in Mandarin. It made her feel better if she spoke to someone in her family's native language. If it made her feel better, then she wouldn't be so angry nor would she have the urge to cry.
Aaron absorbed Wendy's words like a sponge. After Wendy finished her thought-out speech in her broken Mandarin, Wendy sighed and attempted to blind herself from the ceiling lights. Aaron stood up from his seat and sat next to Wendy. He held her tight and kissed the top of her head.
"Mei shi le, xiao jie, mei shi le. Fa xian de shi yi jian guo le," he comforted. [It's okay, miss, it's okay. The things that happened has already passed.]
"Xie xie ni, An-ge," she whispered. [Thank you.] "Xie xie ni ting wo shuo shen me. Ru guo mei you ni... wo bu zhi dao wo zuo shen me." [Thank you for listening to what I have to say. If it wasn't for you, I don't know what I'd do.]