Erikstrulove- For some odd reason Emma sticks around. Make she likes being tortured by the kids who knows. Well I guess I would. But anyway. And you think the kids torturing Emma is bad wait until you here what Mor did to the earthworm. And what Richard thinks about the kids will come up in the next chapter or the one after that I'm not sure.

Miss Dynamite- They're such naughty children. You've got to love um. And the Bully. Well, he'll be crying but it won't be because of Mor.

LadyJadePenrendhil- I wanted to put the Star Wars line in but Star Wars wasn't out then. So I wrote Idle Hands to make up for it. Ah yes the bully. He isn't going to last long. Pay attention to his name though it will come up again latter.

crazyrussiangal- Hum Jarod in school I'll have to think about that.

Pretender Fanatic- Passes the breathless reviewer a water bottle and stares in disbelief. Is it you? Is it really you? I've missed your reviews. But you're back now and that's all that matters. And no worries I know haw computers can screw up your plans. I had to get a new one recently.

I'm glad you like Mor, Jarod, and Sammy. Glad you like the closet scene. And yeah Mr. Parker is a creepy dude. But Jarod does kick him in the shins so it's all right.

suspenswriter- Thanks I guess. And in this story Sammy and Miss Parker wont remember meeting Jarod and vice versa. As far as the three of them remember they didn't know each other until after Jarod had been at the Centre for a few years.

Jill- This story mainly focus on Sam. But I'll see what I can do on adding a few Jarod segments in. He does appear a few times but I'll try and add a bit some so long as it doesn't interfere to much with what I have written so far.

Morgan- Thanks. And here is what happens to the bully.


CHAPTER 9

DAY TWO


September 5, 1965

9:00am

Blue Cove, Delaware

St. Bridget's School

Elizabeth and Catherine escorted their children to the second grade classroom. The whole ride to school they had been once again lectured on the proper etiquette for school. To avoid any more trouble on the playground the children had been take straight to class.

In the class room waited Father Moore along side the instructor Brother Luke. "Good morning Father Moore." Catherine said entering the room.

"Catherine, Elizabeth, I'd like for the two of you to meet Brother Luke. He will be instructing the children. I just finished prepping him on Little Miss Parker and Samuel." Father Moore spoke.

"It would appear that the children's reputation preceded them." Elizabeth commented.

"Children this is Brother Luke, and I warn you now he unlike Sister Mary Francis is not new to teaching. So don't try to fool him into anything." Father Moore warned.

"I like challenges," Mor said grinning. Sammy sighed this was going to be a long school year he could feel it.

"Morgan behave yourself, I don't want any phone calls saying that you've gone off and blown up the cafeteria." Catherine told her daughter.

"I've never blown up anything, Momma. You won't even let me touch the firecrackers on fourth of July." Mor replied.

"And there is a good reason for that. Do you not remember the worm tied to the bottle rocket." Catherine remarked.

"But Momma I wanted to see if he could go to the moon. Too bad he blew up instead." Mor said reminiscing. "It was funny though.". A horrified look appeared on Brother Luke and Father Moores faces. Sammy just grinned.

"Be good." Catherine pleaded with her daughter

"What about Sammy?" Mor asked.

"Sammy knows to behave himself. Don't you Sammy?" Elizabeth asked sternly. Sammy nodded his head.

"Good, now Catherine and I must be leaving. Emma will pick you two up after school. Catherine and will be home late." Elizabeth said.

"Daddy too?" Sammy asked somewhat disappointed. This would mark the third day in a row his and Mor's parents had stayed late at the Centre.

"Yes Daddy too." Elizabeth told her son. She and Catherine then kissed their children goodbye just as the bell ranged. Mor and Sammy quickly took a seat at the table in the back of the room and watched the children enter. The second grade class was slightly larger than the kindergarten class. There were five other boys besides Sammy and four girls excluding Mor.

Much to Mor and Sammy's horror the bully from the playground swaggered into the room. The older boy caught sight of Mor and Sammy and his eyes narrowed as he walked over to them. Sammy and Mor stood up as the bully approached their table "Get up" the boy barked.

"Or what?" Sammy retorted.

"Or I'll beat you up and your little girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend. And you couldn't beat me up if you tried. 'Member what happened yesterday?" Sammy replied.

"You just got lucky." The boy sneered.

"Yeah right." Mor spoke.

"Shut up stupid," he hissed. A second later he was on the ground.

"You should never call her names." Sammy said his arms crossing his arms over his chest as he nodded towards Mor who stood over top of the boy. "She doesn't like it."

"And I don't like fighting." Brother Luke spoke. The three children looked over up at Brother Luke. "What's going on here?"

"She hit me Sir." The bully said frowning when the other children in the room giggled.

"Is this true Miss Parker?"

"Yes sir." Mor replied quite proud of her self.

"Well then I think that we need to have a talk with Father Moore." Brother Luke said "Come with me Miss Parker."

"But sir it wasn't her fault he called her stupid." Sammy said defending Mor's actions.

"Did not." The bully replied

"Did too." Mor and Sammy shot back.

"That's it all three of you come with me." Brother Luke said and led the three children to Father Moore's office.

"Come in," came Father Moore's voice when Brother Luke knocked on his door. Father Moore inwardly groaned when he caught sight of Sammy and Mor. "Luke what happened?"

"Young Miss Parker has admitted to hitting Gregory here. According to Samuel, Miss Parker hit Gregory because he called her stupid."

"They lie." Greg yelled.

"No we don't!" Mor yelled back.

"Do too!"

"Do not!" Mor and Sammy yelled.

"Children that is enough." Father Moore said silencing the three children.

"Now Gregory why did you call Miss Parker stupid."

"I didn't."Greg replied remaining firm on the subject.

"He did it 'cause I hit him yesterday." Sammy said to caught up in the argument to care that he had admitted to fighting the day before.

"And why did you hit Gregory?" Father Moore asked Sammy.

"'Cause he pushed M-Park out of the swing and then he hit her when he tried to hit me for pushin' him 'cause he pushed M-Park out of the swing." Sammy said so quickly that Father Moore and Brother Luke had a hard time understanding the boy.

"So let's get this straight. Gregory pushed Miss Parker out of the swing. You pushed Gregory for pushing Miss Parker. Gregory then tried to hit you but instead hit Miss Parker so you hit him in return. And today he called Miss Parker stupid and so she hit him." Father Moore reiterated.

"Yes Mister Father Moore sir." Sammy said.

"I did not call her stupid."Greg said once again.

"You did to!" Mor seethed.

"Enough!" Father Moore yelled stopping the argument. "Gregory did you or did you not push Miss Parker out of the swing?"

"Yes sir." Greg said looking down.

"And did you hit her?"

"Yes sir."

"And did you call her stupid, And listen to me now Gregory I do not like liars."

"Yes sir I called her stupid." Greg said finally cracking under pressure.

"Thank you Gregory you and Brother Luke can go back to class now. And Gregory the next time you end up in my office you will be sent home."

"Yes sir." Greg said and followed Luke out of the office.

"Sit." Father Moore said pointing at the two chairs in front of his desk. Mor and Sammy sat down. "Twice now and in as many days the two of you have been in my office and school only started yesterday. I believe that, that is a new record."

"That a good thing?" Mor asked.

"No Miss Parker it isn't." Father Moore told the little girl. "What am I going to do with the two of you?" The priest sighed.

"Mister Father Moore sir? You believe in God right?" Mor said. Father Moore suppressed a grin.

"Yes Miss Parker I believe in God." He replied

"God forgives people right?" Mor asked.

"Yes he does."

"And you preach about God right?" Sammy asked realizing where Mor was going with her questioning.

"Every Sunday." Father Moore answered.

"Well maybe you could practice what you preach as Daddy says and forgive us?" Mor said trying hard not to grin. Father Moore shook his head in disbelief and grinned at the two children. He couldn't help it the two were so charming. He realized then why Catherine and Elizabeth had not beaten the living hell out of the two children each time they misbehaved.

"Alright listen I won't call your parents," Father Moore said and the two children sighed with relief. "I'm giving the two of you one more chance. But put one toe out of line and I will not hesitate to suspend you. I'm I clear."

"Crystal." The two children chorused

"Good now back to class." Father Moore instructed and the two children scurried off to class.

At the very lest one could say that Greg was slightly annoyed to see that Sammy and Mor were allowed back to class. It was bad enough that Sammy had humiliated him on the playground the day before at lest Sammy was a boy. Granted he was two years younger than Greg but he was a boy. And then that girl hit him (decked him really much in the same fashion Mor's youngest daughter would hit her cousin Jake years into the future). Greg could not believe that he had been hit by a girl, a girl who was a foot shorter than him.

Greg sat at his table fuming as he glared at Sammy and Mor. Sammy and Mor ignored the older boy which in turn made him even more angrier.

"He's really mad Mor." Sammy said as he and Mor practiced their cursive.

"Too bad." Mor said as she wrote out her name.

"What we gonna do 'bout im?" Sammy asked

"Nothin' for now. See what he does. We gotta stay out of trouble for a little while." Mor replied. Sammy shook his head and grinned, had it been a year ago Mor would have come up with some wacky scheme that involved embarrassing Greg in front of the whole school. She was now waiting for Greg to make the first move. Sammy's Mor was growing up.

"So how was school?" Emma asked her two charges.

"'S okay." Mor spoke

"Did either of you make any new friends?" Emma asked.

"No." Sammy replied.

"Well I'm sure that the too of you will make some new friends tomorrow." Emma told the children. 'Don't want new friends' Mor thought bitterly 'want my Jar'.


The rest of the school year went by rather smoothly, with a few bumps or two. Mor and Sammy did get into a few minor scraps with Father Moore over minor things. For instance they had raided the kitchen during recess and found boxes of ice cream bars. They then with the help of several kindergartners -who had come to idolize Mor and Sammy- brought the boxes outside and shared them with the rest of the school.

Greg had stopped bothering Sammy and Mor right after Christmas break. Mor had come to school wearing a necklace that she had received from her mother. Greg saw it and ripped it off of Mor's neck. Sammy and Mor were about to pounce on the older boy when they felt someone holding them back.

Father Moore had witnessed Greg's behavior. Greg was sent home for a week. No one was quite sure what happened while Greg was at home but he returned to school the next week a shadow of the boy he used to be. Greg went from being the school bully to school victim. The other children who once feared Greg were now tormenting him.

After two weeks Mor and Sammy could stand it no longer. Granted Greg had been quite ugly to them as well as many other children but they hated to see anyone be tormented.

The two children decided to put away their differences with Greg and become his friend. It was easier said than done.

Sammy and Mor had approached Greg at recess. Greg was sitting against the wall watching the other children laugh and play. "Hi," Sammy said "Wanna play catch with us?' He asked holding out a bright red ball.

"Go away!" Greg barked jumping up for his spot on the ground.

"Greg wait." Mor pleaded as she reached out for the older boy's arm. Greg pulled his arm out of Mor's grasp. At the same time his sleeve came up reveling deep purple bruises. Mor and Sammy gasped.

"Greg who did that?" Sammy asked.

"No one. Now get away from me." Greg hissed.

"Someone hurt you Greg, you should tell Mister Father Moore, or Brother Luke."

"Mind your own beeswax." Brendan told Mor.

"If you don't tell I will." Mor said and began to walk towards the building.

"No, please you can't. You'll just make it worse." Greg said taking hold of Mor's arm. He's eyes pleading with her.

daddy, daddy please no 'm sorry

Mor pulled her hand out of Greg's grasp and the sudden flow of voices stopped.

"It's your Dad isn't it?" Mor spoke softly. "He hit you." Greg nodded his head.

"He said he'd kill me if anyone found out." Greg said.

"Don't worry we won't tell." Sammy promised Greg, Mor nodded agreeing. It was one promise that both children would regret two months down the road.

From what the police had figured out, Greg had come home with a failing mark on one of his assignments. Angry his Father hit him repeatedly until Greg stopped moving. Neighbor's had head the noise and called the police. The police had arrived to find blood seeping from Gregory's head and Greg's father passed out in front of the television.

Greg was rushed to the hospital. There he remained in a coma for fourteen days. He died the day before his eighth birthday. Out of all of the children at school Sammy and Mor took Greg's death the worse. It was bad enough that once agin they had lost a friend. But this time they could have prevented it. Greg's death haunted the two children for many years to come. It would also be one of the reasons Sammy would began protecting Centre children.


Up next tragedy strikes the Grey household.