Five Years Later--
It was the usual dark and dank Monday morning Sig had always known.
A loud and annoyed moan escaped his lips when he realized what was coming in for him.
L. Juliana: SIG!! Breakfast is ready!
Sig groaned again and put his head under his pillows. He pulled his bedsheets over his head and curled into a tight ball. He shut his eyes tight and hugged a little teddy-bear close to his heart. It made a little squeak as he pressed its body.
Sig: (Whispering to the teddy) Shhhhhh. Quiet, Poopsie.or she'll hear us and send us to that nasty school.
L. Juliana: Sigfried! Hurry up, little one!
Sig: (Whispering bitterly to himself) I hate school.
School. The words expelled themselves distastefully through his lips. School was a place of rowdy children that pull at his hair, tease his chubby tummy and call him unfriendly names. He especially despised that hell of an 'education centre' because they always snatch his Poopsie bear away and toss him into the muddy drains, leaving him no choice but to crawl among the smelly muck to retrieve his beloved teddy bear. The teachers weren't helping either. They always scolded him for returning to class with muddy feet. If they had their own favourite things tossed into the damn drains, perhaps they'd understand how miresable it felt.
The thought of it all brought tears to his young, green eyes.
Footsteps echoed along the wooden corridor outside his room and Sig curled up even tighter, shaking his head and muttering, "I don't want to go-please don't make me go to that horrible place-"
L.Juliana: Sigfried! Don't make me come in there.
Sig didn't answer. Instead he sobbed quietly.
L. Juliana: That's it, young man!
The door creaked as his mother opened it. Sig did not look up to see her. As she entered, the semi-damp wooden floor of his little room creaked softly. She neared him.
L. Juliana: Sigfried? Get out of bed, sleepy-head.
Sig usually replied that remark with a cheery 'Boo!' to show Juliana that he was awake. But today, a gloomy omniscience loomed over the once merry little, five-year old boy.
Juliana's voice softened the next time she spoke, and Sig felt her hand on his shoulder.
L. Juliana: Little one? Are you ill?
At this, Sig replied miresably:
Sig: I don't want to go to school, mother.
Juliana: But why not, my child? You have friends there-
Sig: I just want to stay in bed with Poopsie.
Juliana: (Kindly) But Poopsie bear wants to go to school, doesn't he? Please don't be selfish, Sig.
Sig: Poopsie doesn't want to go! He hates school as much as I do.
Juliana sighed and gently pulled the sheets away to reveal the little boy cowering beneath them. The light outside his room fell onto him, making it easier to see him. He was a chubby young five-year old with soft hay- coloured hair and vivid green eyes. He was rather big for his age, and had skin the colour of dark honey.
Little Sig gave her a glance, but looked away quickly. He didn't want to let her see him crying like this.
Juliana: Sigfried. please, I know school can be difficult but dark days will eventually go by.
Sig: Can I just stay in bed until then?
Juliana: Oh, don't be silly. You're going to miss a lot if you don't go to school.
Juliana sounded a bit tired and sad when she said this. Sig's family wasn't necessarily rich, and it took his parents almost their intire income to let Sig enter a school. Sig knew this and felt very guilty. He didn't like to make his mother sad.
Sig: (Sighs quietly) Okay, mother. I will go. I don't want to make you unhappy.
Juliana: (Helping him out of the bed) That's my good boy. Now hurry up and get ready. Breakfast in five minutes.
Sig: Can you walk me to school again, mother?
Juliana: Of course, dear child. Now hurry.
As Juliana left, regret crept up Sig's little spine. He wished he hadn't said that he wanted to go. But knowing that arguing with his mother was useless (plus he wasn't one who throws a tantrum), he hugged his beloved Poopsie closer to his chest and went off to get ready.
*
The clear ringing of the old school bell sounded like a death sentence to Sig. He uttered a small whine and hid behind his mother. He stared with fearful loathing at the gang of rowdy looking children running around screaming and yelling in the playground. One of them, a big-boned boy about his age, was the one he hated most.
Sig: (Shaking) Oh no, not Brutus.
Juliana: Well, I must leave you here now, Sigfried. I will return soon. Have fun.
She kissed Sig's forehead and gave him one last hug before turning around to leave. Sig wanted to cry and run after her, but he stayed rooted in his position and forced down the already leaking tears. He hugged his teddy bear tightly.
Suddenly, a taunting voice called from behind him.
*****: Hey look! It's the big-tummy boy!
Sig's stomach shrank. It was Brutus.
Sig: (Turns and swallows)
Brutus advanced towards him like some menacing stormcloud. He was big and rather hairy with messy tangles of brown hair. His eyes were yellow instead of blue, and they were horrific to look at. Sig felt himself shrinking.
Brutus: You're still carrying that ugly teddy bear with you!
Sig: Leave me alone, Brutus. And Poopsie is not ugly!
Brutus: He is too!
Sig: Is not!
Brutus: Is to!
Sig: Is not!!
Brutus: IS TO, STUPID!!
Sig let out a pain shriek as Brutus' large, fat fists punched his cheek. He fell to the ground, cheek stinging.
Brutus: He's as ugly as you are!
The bully went over the cowering figure and grabbed the little teddy. Sig yelled, but didn't dare to try and stop him.
Brutus: (Grins) Now let's see how far you can catch it in the drain!
Sig: NO!
Brutus swung his massive arm, but then stopped in midair when he realized that there was someone standing in front of him. It was another little boy, about Sig's age but a lot smaller. His hair was a sleek brown in colour and it was tied into a little ponytail behind him. His eyes were a bright blue and were bright and fiery. Brutus: Who in the world are you, stupid?
******: (In a loud, bossy kind of voice) The name's Proteus, and I'm not stupid, stupid!
Brutus: (Roars) Are you calling me stupid!?
Proteus: (Yells back even louder) YEAH! IS THERE A PROBLEM, STUPID-HEAD?
Brutus: (Looking taken back) Err-
Proteus: You're looking for trouble, you know. My mum's the principal of this school, and stealing other kid's toys is AGAINST THE RULES!!
He screamed that last bit out and Brutus dropped Poopsie bear in his shock. He looked scared enough.
Brutus: You're weird!
And he ran off and didn't look back.
Sig couldn't believe that someone was actually standing up for him. He recognized Proteus as the new boy who had enrolled into the school just yesterday. He expected Proteus to be a quiet and shy boy, and got quite a shock when he realized he was very much the opposite.
Proteus: (Picking up Poopsie and handing it to Sig) Here you go.
Sig: Thank you.
Proteus grinned widely at him. Sig was quite taken back to see how pointed his canines were.
Sig: Why are your teeth all pointy?
Proteus: (Shrugs) Idunno; but when it comes out, the tooth-fairy's bound to give me an extra buck.
Sig: Erm-thanks for helping me.
Proteus: You're welcome. Anyway, you wanna be friends? What's your name? When's your birthday? What's your favourite colour?
Sig, taken back by how fast and how much he talked, didn't answer.
Proteus: (Suddenly changes the subject) Why do you always carry that dirty teddy around, anyway? Sig: His name is Poopsie. He's my only bestfriend.
Proteus: Well, today's your lucky day! Poopy is not going to be your only bestfriend anymore! *Grabs Sig's chubby arm* C'mon, let's play!!
Sig didn't know how it all came together; it all went so fast. The first thing he knew he was rescued by a jabbering loudmouth and now he's being dragged to the sandbox and-well-actually playing and having fun with Proteus.
Maybe mother was right. Dark days do eventually go by.
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Had to stop there. How was it so far? Pls Review!!
It was the usual dark and dank Monday morning Sig had always known.
A loud and annoyed moan escaped his lips when he realized what was coming in for him.
L. Juliana: SIG!! Breakfast is ready!
Sig groaned again and put his head under his pillows. He pulled his bedsheets over his head and curled into a tight ball. He shut his eyes tight and hugged a little teddy-bear close to his heart. It made a little squeak as he pressed its body.
Sig: (Whispering to the teddy) Shhhhhh. Quiet, Poopsie.or she'll hear us and send us to that nasty school.
L. Juliana: Sigfried! Hurry up, little one!
Sig: (Whispering bitterly to himself) I hate school.
School. The words expelled themselves distastefully through his lips. School was a place of rowdy children that pull at his hair, tease his chubby tummy and call him unfriendly names. He especially despised that hell of an 'education centre' because they always snatch his Poopsie bear away and toss him into the muddy drains, leaving him no choice but to crawl among the smelly muck to retrieve his beloved teddy bear. The teachers weren't helping either. They always scolded him for returning to class with muddy feet. If they had their own favourite things tossed into the damn drains, perhaps they'd understand how miresable it felt.
The thought of it all brought tears to his young, green eyes.
Footsteps echoed along the wooden corridor outside his room and Sig curled up even tighter, shaking his head and muttering, "I don't want to go-please don't make me go to that horrible place-"
L.Juliana: Sigfried! Don't make me come in there.
Sig didn't answer. Instead he sobbed quietly.
L. Juliana: That's it, young man!
The door creaked as his mother opened it. Sig did not look up to see her. As she entered, the semi-damp wooden floor of his little room creaked softly. She neared him.
L. Juliana: Sigfried? Get out of bed, sleepy-head.
Sig usually replied that remark with a cheery 'Boo!' to show Juliana that he was awake. But today, a gloomy omniscience loomed over the once merry little, five-year old boy.
Juliana's voice softened the next time she spoke, and Sig felt her hand on his shoulder.
L. Juliana: Little one? Are you ill?
At this, Sig replied miresably:
Sig: I don't want to go to school, mother.
Juliana: But why not, my child? You have friends there-
Sig: I just want to stay in bed with Poopsie.
Juliana: (Kindly) But Poopsie bear wants to go to school, doesn't he? Please don't be selfish, Sig.
Sig: Poopsie doesn't want to go! He hates school as much as I do.
Juliana sighed and gently pulled the sheets away to reveal the little boy cowering beneath them. The light outside his room fell onto him, making it easier to see him. He was a chubby young five-year old with soft hay- coloured hair and vivid green eyes. He was rather big for his age, and had skin the colour of dark honey.
Little Sig gave her a glance, but looked away quickly. He didn't want to let her see him crying like this.
Juliana: Sigfried. please, I know school can be difficult but dark days will eventually go by.
Sig: Can I just stay in bed until then?
Juliana: Oh, don't be silly. You're going to miss a lot if you don't go to school.
Juliana sounded a bit tired and sad when she said this. Sig's family wasn't necessarily rich, and it took his parents almost their intire income to let Sig enter a school. Sig knew this and felt very guilty. He didn't like to make his mother sad.
Sig: (Sighs quietly) Okay, mother. I will go. I don't want to make you unhappy.
Juliana: (Helping him out of the bed) That's my good boy. Now hurry up and get ready. Breakfast in five minutes.
Sig: Can you walk me to school again, mother?
Juliana: Of course, dear child. Now hurry.
As Juliana left, regret crept up Sig's little spine. He wished he hadn't said that he wanted to go. But knowing that arguing with his mother was useless (plus he wasn't one who throws a tantrum), he hugged his beloved Poopsie closer to his chest and went off to get ready.
*
The clear ringing of the old school bell sounded like a death sentence to Sig. He uttered a small whine and hid behind his mother. He stared with fearful loathing at the gang of rowdy looking children running around screaming and yelling in the playground. One of them, a big-boned boy about his age, was the one he hated most.
Sig: (Shaking) Oh no, not Brutus.
Juliana: Well, I must leave you here now, Sigfried. I will return soon. Have fun.
She kissed Sig's forehead and gave him one last hug before turning around to leave. Sig wanted to cry and run after her, but he stayed rooted in his position and forced down the already leaking tears. He hugged his teddy bear tightly.
Suddenly, a taunting voice called from behind him.
*****: Hey look! It's the big-tummy boy!
Sig's stomach shrank. It was Brutus.
Sig: (Turns and swallows)
Brutus advanced towards him like some menacing stormcloud. He was big and rather hairy with messy tangles of brown hair. His eyes were yellow instead of blue, and they were horrific to look at. Sig felt himself shrinking.
Brutus: You're still carrying that ugly teddy bear with you!
Sig: Leave me alone, Brutus. And Poopsie is not ugly!
Brutus: He is too!
Sig: Is not!
Brutus: Is to!
Sig: Is not!!
Brutus: IS TO, STUPID!!
Sig let out a pain shriek as Brutus' large, fat fists punched his cheek. He fell to the ground, cheek stinging.
Brutus: He's as ugly as you are!
The bully went over the cowering figure and grabbed the little teddy. Sig yelled, but didn't dare to try and stop him.
Brutus: (Grins) Now let's see how far you can catch it in the drain!
Sig: NO!
Brutus swung his massive arm, but then stopped in midair when he realized that there was someone standing in front of him. It was another little boy, about Sig's age but a lot smaller. His hair was a sleek brown in colour and it was tied into a little ponytail behind him. His eyes were a bright blue and were bright and fiery. Brutus: Who in the world are you, stupid?
******: (In a loud, bossy kind of voice) The name's Proteus, and I'm not stupid, stupid!
Brutus: (Roars) Are you calling me stupid!?
Proteus: (Yells back even louder) YEAH! IS THERE A PROBLEM, STUPID-HEAD?
Brutus: (Looking taken back) Err-
Proteus: You're looking for trouble, you know. My mum's the principal of this school, and stealing other kid's toys is AGAINST THE RULES!!
He screamed that last bit out and Brutus dropped Poopsie bear in his shock. He looked scared enough.
Brutus: You're weird!
And he ran off and didn't look back.
Sig couldn't believe that someone was actually standing up for him. He recognized Proteus as the new boy who had enrolled into the school just yesterday. He expected Proteus to be a quiet and shy boy, and got quite a shock when he realized he was very much the opposite.
Proteus: (Picking up Poopsie and handing it to Sig) Here you go.
Sig: Thank you.
Proteus grinned widely at him. Sig was quite taken back to see how pointed his canines were.
Sig: Why are your teeth all pointy?
Proteus: (Shrugs) Idunno; but when it comes out, the tooth-fairy's bound to give me an extra buck.
Sig: Erm-thanks for helping me.
Proteus: You're welcome. Anyway, you wanna be friends? What's your name? When's your birthday? What's your favourite colour?
Sig, taken back by how fast and how much he talked, didn't answer.
Proteus: (Suddenly changes the subject) Why do you always carry that dirty teddy around, anyway? Sig: His name is Poopsie. He's my only bestfriend.
Proteus: Well, today's your lucky day! Poopy is not going to be your only bestfriend anymore! *Grabs Sig's chubby arm* C'mon, let's play!!
Sig didn't know how it all came together; it all went so fast. The first thing he knew he was rescued by a jabbering loudmouth and now he's being dragged to the sandbox and-well-actually playing and having fun with Proteus.
Maybe mother was right. Dark days do eventually go by.
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Had to stop there. How was it so far? Pls Review!!