Parker's Pretender- poor Mor and Sammy indeed. But don't worry they'll see Jarod again.

Morgan- Glad you liked the chapter

Joy- Of course you want to keep reading. And yes Jarod does forget his time spent with Mor and Sammy. Well it's more like he was forced to forget.

Miss Dynamite- Yeah Mr. Parker is a jerk. Don't ya just love to hate him.

PS: there's always a slice left for you.

Crazyrussiangal- I'm so so so so sorry that it has taken me so long to update the server has been acting crazy here at school and not letting me log on to

Erikstrulove- Yes the voices are quite evil aren't they. Sorry for the wait but the server crashed at school. So the server like the voices is evil.


CHAPTER 8

FIRST DAY OF SCHOOL


September 4, 1965

9:00am

Blue Cove, Delaware

St. Bridget's School

"Sammy, Morgan lets go," Catherine said as she and Elizabeth tried to get the two children out of the car. It was the first day of school, and the children were nervous. It had been almost two years since Jar had been taken, and both children still missed him terribly.

"We don't wanna go." Sammy said his arms folded across his small chest.

"Tough." Elizabeth said and pulled Sammy out of the car, as Catherine pulled Mor out. The two women walked their children to the yard where other children played.

"Now what did we talk about?" Catherine asked as she straightened out Mor's shirt.

"Don't lock the teacher in the closet. Don't tie her to a chair. Don't shoot arrows at her. Don't lock any of the other kids in the closet. Don't tie the other kids to a chair. Don't get in trouble. And no fighting." The children replied dutifully.

"Good now go play." Elizabeth said and the two children ran off to the swings, as their mothers left for work.

"Sammy push me." Mor commanded, as she hopped up onto the swing.

"Kay." Sammy replied.

"Hey what are you doin'. Dat's my swing." Said a burly seven year old, pushing Mor out of the swing.

"Don't touch her." Sammy said shoving the boy. Sammy then turned to help Mor up. "You okay?" he asked.

"Sammy look out!" Mor yelled as the bully swung his arm Sammy managed to duck the blow but the bully managed to make contact with Mor. Mor fell to her knees. Sammy looked up at the older boy his eyes blazing. He then knocked the boy down, and straddled him punching him repeatedly. The other children had begun to form a ring around the two boys, cheering them on.

"Sammy stop." Mor said pulling him off the other boy. The bully was now curled in a fetal position crying.

"You okay?" Sammy asked her. Mor nodded her head. "We better go before we get in trouble." Sammy said and led Mor inside.


Both children looked slightly tousled as they made their way into the class room, just as the bell rang.

There were three tables in the room, each was located in a corner. Three chairs were stationed at each table. Sammy and Mor sat down at the table in the far back corner as a stream of six children entered the room, followed by the teacher. There were eight children in the class total, four boys and four girls. The three boys who had entered the room after the bell ranged sat at one table, while the other three girls sat at the other table. Mor and Sammy were grateful that none of the other children wished to sit next to them. The two children preferred to be alone.

"Hello children I'm Sister Mary Francis" Said the nun as she took her place in front of the room.

"Hello Sister Mary Francis," The children greeted.

"Well I must say that I look forward to getting to know each and everyone of you." Mary Francis spoke. Mor pretended to gag and Sammy stifled a giggle. "Now lets call roll." The nun continued. "Stephen Akin" A mousey looking boy raised his trembling hand. "Lilly Bailey."

"Here." spoke a red haired girl . After Lilly came, 'Daphne Caldwell', 'Joan Denver' "Samuel Gray." Mary Francis continued.

"Sammy." Mor corrected for Sammy.

"Ah you must be Miss Parker." Mary Francis said looking at the little girl.

"You'd be correct." Mor replied, Sammy inwardly groaned. Mor had begun to use her 'I'm a little angel' voice. Sammy could tell that Mor had taken an instant dislike to Mary Francis. Sammy figured that by the end of the month -maybe the end of the day- Mor would have Mary Francis in tears. The poor nun didn't stand a chance. It was times like then when Sammy wished for Jar. For the past year Sammy had done a good job of keeping Mor in line, but there was only so much one boy could do. Last on the roll were 'Stuart Reynolds', and 'Holden Wallace'.

"Well then children today we're going to learn more about each other. We're going to start of by drawing a picture of our families and then telling the rest of the class about our pictures." Mary Francis spoke as she passed out sheets of paper and crayons.

For the next hour the eight children drew in a silence that was occasionally broken by the asking for a crayon that was stationed next to someone else. Once done each child presented their drawing to the rest of the class.

Stephen Akin was the youngest of seven boys. Lilly Bailey lived with her mother and step-father, and half sister. Daphne Caldwell and her younger brother stayed with their paternal grandparents. Joan Denver lived with her aunt and uncle along with her three cousins. Stuart Reynolds had two older brothers and a younger sister. Holden Wallace, was adopted the year before, and now had an older sister, and brother.

"Dis is my Momma, dis my Daddy, dis me, and dat Sammy." Mor said proudly.

"Is Sammy your brother?" Joan asked.

"No." Mor replied.

"Then why is he in your picture?" Joan asked.

"Because he's my family." Mor replied somewhat angry that this girl question her drawing.

"Be nice Mor." Sammy whispered.

"Samuel why don't you show us your picture." Mary Francis said.

"'S my Mommy, my Daddy, and M-Park," Sammy said catching himself. Mor didn't like for people she didn't know to know her name.

"And who is that Samuel?" Mary Elizabeth asked pointing to another figure drawn beside Sammy's depiction of he and Mor.

"That's Jar." Sammy said quietly.

"Is he your brother?" Mary Francis asked.

Sammy bit his lip a he thought about how to answer the nun's question. "Yes," he said looking at Mor as he did. Mor smiled at him.

"That's a very nice drawing Sammy." Mary Francis spoke.

"Thank you." Sammy said sitting down.

The children than began to learn the alphabet. Mor and Sammy grew bored. At the age of three they had learned their alphabet, by four they were reading like pros. They sat in class the other students echoing the teacher.

"Hey Sammy think they'd notice if we left." Mor whispered.

"Nah, lets go." Sammy said. The two children waited until Mary Francis was writing at the chalk board and then quietly got up from their table and crawled across the floor to the door. Sammy eased the door open and Mor crawled out first, Sammy then followed. Once outside the room the two stood up and began to explore their new school.

"Hey lets go in here." Mor said pointing to a door. "I don't here nobody." Sammy opened the door.

"Mor look." Sammy said pointing at a chest. "It looks like a treasure chest."

"Lets see if there's any gold." Mor said. For some odd reason the two children had developed a fascination with pirates over the years. Catherine supposed it came from reading them too many stories about swashbucklers and sorts

"No gold." Sammy sighed peering in to the trunk. "Just paint n' stuff."

"We could paint the walls." Mor said looking at the drab gray walls.

"'S better than goin' back t' class." Sammy said shrugging his shoulders. The two pulled out the bottles of finger paint along with several brushes and set themselves to creating a master piece.

And hour later the stood back to admire their work. They had painted a large mural depicting scenes from stories that had been read to them. There was Goldilocks and the three bares, Repunzel, the frog prince, the ginger bread house from Hansel and Gretel along with many other many other depictions.

Both Sammy and Mor were covered in paint. There was a large glob of green paint in Sammy's hair. Mor had a slight imprint of the ginger bread house on her back from when she had accidently leaned up against the wet paint.

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!" came the voice of a man.

"Uh oh." Sammy and Mor said. They turned around and saw one of the teachers of the school.

"Hello." Mor said sweetly.

"What are you to doing."

"Nothin'," Sammy replied.

"Nothing! Young man there is paint all over the wall."

"Well Mister, we were painting. But now were doing nothing because we're done." Mor replied. The priest began to bang his head against the wall.

"I think we broke him Mor." Sammy whispered. "Mommy and Cat are gonna be so mad."

"Not if we fix him." Mor whispered back. She then walked over to the priest and tugged at his robes. "Hey mister you okay?" she asked. The priest looked down at the little girl and sighed. Sammy forced back a giggle. Mor made everybody sigh.

"Do you realize what you two have done." the priest asked.

"We painted the room." Mor replied.

"Yes you did. But the room did not need to be painted. It was painted last month."

"Mister who ever painted the walls did a bad job. They were all gray and boring." Sammy said.

"They're supposed to be gray and boring, this is a school not a nursery. You all aren't here to have fun, you're here to learn." the priest screeched. Mor let out a low whistle. Sammy knew what that whistle meant. It meant that Mor believed that the man had clearly gone insane. Apparently the priest knew what Mor's whistle meant as well.

"I am not crazy. But if I'm around you two much longer I soon will be."

"Gee Mister we're sorry. We'll just leave then that way you won't go crazy." Mor said she and Sammy backing out the door.

"Freeze." The man commanded. The two children obeyed. "I think it's time to place a call to your parents. Follow me." Reluctantly the two children followed the priest to his office.

"Sit." he instructed them pointing to two chairs. They did. "Tell me what are your names?"

"Miss Parker."

"Samuel Grey." the two children replied.

"Wait you're Catherine and Elizabeth's children?"

"Yes sir." Mor, and Sammy said.

"Great just great." the priest muttered. He then picked up the phone and placed a call to Catherine. "Hello Catherine... Its me Father Moore... Why yes I am calling about your daughter, and her friend as well... What did they do? Well first off they have been playing hooky. They then took it upon themselves to paint the walls in the art room... Catherine it is not funny... Yes it would probably be best if you and Elizabeth came to pick them up, they are covered in paint and need a change of clothes... No I'm not going to suspend them... I am going to have a talk with Mary Francis, she's new at teaching but I don't see how she let two children escape her class... Yes... Alright... I'll see you then." Father Moore said and hung up the phone. "Your mothers will be here shortly. The two of you will be going home for the rest of the day."

"Mister are you gonna paint over top of our paintings?" Mor asked innocently. "I mean it was the art room and shouldn't the art room be pretty?"

Father Moore smiled at the little girl. "You are truly your mother's daughter. We will see about your little mural. As much as I hate to admit it your work was very nicely painted. It seems you have inherited your mother's gift of painting." Mor, and Sammy beamed at the praise. "Next time though try painting on paper okay?"

"Yes sir," the children answered.

"Mister..."

"Father Moore, Samuel," He corrected.

"Mister Father Moore sir we didn't mean to get in trouble but we were bored. Sister Mary Francis was teaching ABC's and we already knowed them."

"Really what else do the two of you know?" Father Moore asked.

"We can read, a little." Mor Siad

"And we knowed our numbers." Sammy continued. "Emma taught us."

"Well when your mothers get here we'll see about placing the two of you in a different class. One where they don't focus so much on things you know."

They didn't have long to wait for Catharine and Elizabeth to arrive.

"Father Moore we're so sorry about all of this." Catherine said picking up Mor.

"Don't be Catherine. I always have one or two children who get into everything. If all I have to do is worry about them painting walls then I just have to make sure we keep the finger paint under lock and key. By the way they do wonderful work." Father Moore said smiling. "As for them playing hooky I think I know how to solve that one as well. I would like to place them in the second grade class. They are quite advanced for their age, because they are they became bored in class and left to reek havoc on the art room walls."

"We'll talk to Richard and Allen about it and see what they say. I'll let you know in the morning." Catherine said and she and Elizabeth left.

"Momma wanna see our pictures?" Mor asked as they left Father Moore's office. Catherine looked down at the little girl she held in her arms and raised an eye brow. "Never mind." Mor said quickly.

"I believed that the two of you were told this morning to behave yourselves." Catherine said as she and Elizabeth placed the two children in the car.

"We were good for a little bit." Sammy replied.

"Morgan what's this." Catherine asked noticing a bruise on her daughter's arm.

"Paint," Mor said not wanting to reveal to her mother or Elizabeth that Sammy had gotten in to a fight with another boy to protect her. Neither Elizabeth or Catherine condoned fighting and the two children were already in enough trouble as it was.

"Morgan that is not paint." Catherine said sternly. "Who hit you?"

"It was a boy on the playground Cat." Sammy spoke. "Mor and I were playin' on the swings and he pushed her off, then I pushed him for pushin' her the he went to hit me but he hit Mor instead then I hit him for hittin' her."

"And why did no one call us to say that you had been fighting?" Elizabeth asked her son.

"No one saw Auntie Liz." Mor answered for Sammy.

"Thank God for small favors. Had Father Moore known what had happened the two of you probably would have been expelled."

"But it wasn't Sammy's fault Momma." Mor protested. "He was just 'tectin me."

"I know that baby. But being at school is different than being at home. The things that the two of you do at home should not be done at school. That means no more adventures, no wandering off, and don't lock your teacher in a closet or tie her to a chair."

"Just at school right we can still do all that stuff to Emma at home?" Mor asked. Catherine sighed and closed the car door.


Up next the kids once again encounter their bully.