Disclaimer: I still don't own 7th Heaven or any of the characters seen on the show.
A/N: This is a sequel to Coping With Loss, so if you haven't read that, you might be lost. Now that the family is moving on, what will happen when Ruthie and Simon return to school? Surely the students heard of Simon's brush with death and Ruthie not speaking for so long. The problem is whether the students will accept them back into their lives or ostracize them.
(Ruthie's POV)
I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the car. I waved a nervous goodbye to my parents as I headed toward my old school. I don't why I felt so nervous. It's not like I had never been to school before. I guess it's just been so long, I'm not sure what to expect.
"Are you sure you don't want us to come with you?" my mother called out.
"I'm sure Mom. I'm meeting Peter here in a minute," I assured her.
"Ruthie! Over here!" Peter yelled at that precise moment.
My parents finally pulled away and I ran over to my boyfriend. He kissed me and then we held hands as we approached the school. It seemed like all the kids got quiet when we walked past them. I hated that feeling. When we entered the building several kids turned to stare at us. I quickly let go of Peter's hand because the principal was heading toward us.
"Miss Camden, Mr. Petrowski. It's good to see you two have finally returned. I hope you are doing well these days," she greeted us.
"I'm all right," I replied.
"Me too," Peter said.
"Well, that's good. I imagine you two need to go and see the counselors to get your schedules and such," the principal said.
"Yeah, that's where we were headed," I explained.
"Then I won't keep you any longer. I'd hate to make you late to class," she grinned.
I rolled my eyes as we walked away," She's weird."
"Very weird," Peter agreed," so how were your parents this morning?"
"I think they were both afraid I couldn't do this without them. How about your mom?" I asked.
"She started crying when I got of the car. I told her I'll be fine, but she didn't believe me. I know it won't be like just any normal school day, but still, I think I can handle it. I'm sure the other kids will be curious about us and give us weird looks, but I'm sure we'll both be fine," he answered.
"Yeah. I mean, they'll probably ask some stupid or rude questions, but it's no big deal. Besides, we always have eachother to fall back on," I smiled.
(Simon's POV)
My parents wanted to drive me to school, but I told them I was a senior in high school and I would be fine by myself. I understand that they worry about me ever since I tried to kill myself, but I really am okay now. I know I don't want to die and I just want to lead a normal life. I was a little worried about how the other people at school would treat me, but I wasn't that concerned about it. I drove my car to the school and headed in for my first class of the day.
When I took a seat in my first period class, all the other kids turned to stare at me. Then some of them turned and whispered. They were trying to see my wrists, I think, but I was wearing a jacket. There was nothing to see anyway. The scars had been healed. I lowered my head, trying not to catch anyone else's gaze. Then Cecilia walked into the room. I freaked out because I hadn't talked to her in a long time, not since she broke up with me. I think I scared her and I wasn't sure of how to act around her. She took a seat next to me.
"Hi Simon," she said quietly.
"Hello Cecilia," I replied.
Before either of us could say anymore the bell rang and the teacher started class. I felt relief. Those first words to eachother were a big start. Even if all we said to eachother was a hello, it had to start somewhere. I was glad that she wasn't afraid to talk to me.
(Annie's POV)
This morning was very hard for me. Ruthie and Simon went back to school and David started his first day of school. I managed not to cry until we dropped David off. I couldn't believe my little baby boy was going to school. He's not such a baby anymore actually. I'm not so worried about him, it's just hard to know that my last child has started school. It's mostly Simon I'm worried about. Ever since his attempt to commit suicide, he has been emotionally fragile. He seems to be doing all right these days, but high school kids can be cruel. I'm sure they've heard of what happened to him. They are liable to start saying really awful things to him. Kids Ruthie's age can be mean too. I just hope that they can fit back in at school.
"Annie?" Eric interupted my thoughts.
"Hmm," I replied.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"The kids," I replied.
"Me too. I'm not so sure that they'll be all right. They said they would be, but I don't know if I believe that," he told me.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. I know they put up brave facades for us, but kids can be so cruel," I worried.
Eric sighed," I guess all we can do is wait and let them live their own lives. What are you going to do while the kids are in school. It's going to be so lonely now that even our youngest is in school?"
"I was thinking about maybe getting a job again. I don't really know though," I said.
A/N: I've been working on that for a while. I wasn't quite sure where to go with this story. I couldn't decide how far into the future it should take place, so I finally decided on the beginning of the next school year. I hope that you like the beginning of the sequel to "Coping With Loss". Reviews would be greatly appreciated.
A/N: This is a sequel to Coping With Loss, so if you haven't read that, you might be lost. Now that the family is moving on, what will happen when Ruthie and Simon return to school? Surely the students heard of Simon's brush with death and Ruthie not speaking for so long. The problem is whether the students will accept them back into their lives or ostracize them.
(Ruthie's POV)
I took a deep breath as I stepped out of the car. I waved a nervous goodbye to my parents as I headed toward my old school. I don't why I felt so nervous. It's not like I had never been to school before. I guess it's just been so long, I'm not sure what to expect.
"Are you sure you don't want us to come with you?" my mother called out.
"I'm sure Mom. I'm meeting Peter here in a minute," I assured her.
"Ruthie! Over here!" Peter yelled at that precise moment.
My parents finally pulled away and I ran over to my boyfriend. He kissed me and then we held hands as we approached the school. It seemed like all the kids got quiet when we walked past them. I hated that feeling. When we entered the building several kids turned to stare at us. I quickly let go of Peter's hand because the principal was heading toward us.
"Miss Camden, Mr. Petrowski. It's good to see you two have finally returned. I hope you are doing well these days," she greeted us.
"I'm all right," I replied.
"Me too," Peter said.
"Well, that's good. I imagine you two need to go and see the counselors to get your schedules and such," the principal said.
"Yeah, that's where we were headed," I explained.
"Then I won't keep you any longer. I'd hate to make you late to class," she grinned.
I rolled my eyes as we walked away," She's weird."
"Very weird," Peter agreed," so how were your parents this morning?"
"I think they were both afraid I couldn't do this without them. How about your mom?" I asked.
"She started crying when I got of the car. I told her I'll be fine, but she didn't believe me. I know it won't be like just any normal school day, but still, I think I can handle it. I'm sure the other kids will be curious about us and give us weird looks, but I'm sure we'll both be fine," he answered.
"Yeah. I mean, they'll probably ask some stupid or rude questions, but it's no big deal. Besides, we always have eachother to fall back on," I smiled.
(Simon's POV)
My parents wanted to drive me to school, but I told them I was a senior in high school and I would be fine by myself. I understand that they worry about me ever since I tried to kill myself, but I really am okay now. I know I don't want to die and I just want to lead a normal life. I was a little worried about how the other people at school would treat me, but I wasn't that concerned about it. I drove my car to the school and headed in for my first class of the day.
When I took a seat in my first period class, all the other kids turned to stare at me. Then some of them turned and whispered. They were trying to see my wrists, I think, but I was wearing a jacket. There was nothing to see anyway. The scars had been healed. I lowered my head, trying not to catch anyone else's gaze. Then Cecilia walked into the room. I freaked out because I hadn't talked to her in a long time, not since she broke up with me. I think I scared her and I wasn't sure of how to act around her. She took a seat next to me.
"Hi Simon," she said quietly.
"Hello Cecilia," I replied.
Before either of us could say anymore the bell rang and the teacher started class. I felt relief. Those first words to eachother were a big start. Even if all we said to eachother was a hello, it had to start somewhere. I was glad that she wasn't afraid to talk to me.
(Annie's POV)
This morning was very hard for me. Ruthie and Simon went back to school and David started his first day of school. I managed not to cry until we dropped David off. I couldn't believe my little baby boy was going to school. He's not such a baby anymore actually. I'm not so worried about him, it's just hard to know that my last child has started school. It's mostly Simon I'm worried about. Ever since his attempt to commit suicide, he has been emotionally fragile. He seems to be doing all right these days, but high school kids can be cruel. I'm sure they've heard of what happened to him. They are liable to start saying really awful things to him. Kids Ruthie's age can be mean too. I just hope that they can fit back in at school.
"Annie?" Eric interupted my thoughts.
"Hmm," I replied.
"What are you thinking about?" he asked.
"The kids," I replied.
"Me too. I'm not so sure that they'll be all right. They said they would be, but I don't know if I believe that," he told me.
"That's exactly what I was thinking. I know they put up brave facades for us, but kids can be so cruel," I worried.
Eric sighed," I guess all we can do is wait and let them live their own lives. What are you going to do while the kids are in school. It's going to be so lonely now that even our youngest is in school?"
"I was thinking about maybe getting a job again. I don't really know though," I said.
A/N: I've been working on that for a while. I wasn't quite sure where to go with this story. I couldn't decide how far into the future it should take place, so I finally decided on the beginning of the next school year. I hope that you like the beginning of the sequel to "Coping With Loss". Reviews would be greatly appreciated.