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I was looking at this thing, and realized, I don't have very long chapters, I will try to make them longer, and also, I APOLOGIZE INCREDIBLY, for the long delay, I honestly was just lazy, and then I got that horrible little writers block, and then I went on a two month vacation so HERE IT IS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! The long awaited, 6 CHAPTER!!!!!!!! Also, when I was reading some of the last chapters, I noticed some typos, and I might fix them later, but, not now, I think its enough that I'm just FINALLY getting this posted, soooooo, I will try to be more careful from now on.

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Title: Brooklyn's Beginnings

Chapter: Enough is Enough

Rating: PG-13 for violence, language, child abuse, and some other stuff, I don't know, we'll see how it goes, but it probably won't get any higher.

Gabriel had been in the orphanage for about a month. The children, as well as the adults, had become used to his uncommon mannerisms. Though he was still, an incredibly unusual child. This MUST be understood. He didn't trust ANYONE, he made little friends, he seldom cried, and hated himself when he did. Also, he seemed to have regard for the many rules of the orphanage. He was constantly in trouble.

It is also important to note that he was an incredibly gifted child, and learned quickly and silently, by observing. In school, e learned to read, write, and do basic math in less than a month. He seemed to absorb things like a sponge, though he still had terrible grammar. Now, he learned quickly, and secretly enjoyed it, but he hated being given assignments and being told what to do.

Ms. Juli had given Gabriel a book to read during reading hour one day, but instead, he talked to Percy. When she questioned why Gabriel wasn't reading, he replied, "Cuase I don' feel like it."

And, after telling him to read many times, she threatened to send him to Mr. Shanely. Simply the threat of a beating was enough to make most five-year-olds immediately start behaving. Not Gabriel though. As Mr. Ranskin had once said while the adults where spending one of their countless hours talking about him, "he seems to almost enjoy defying authority."

So, Ms. Juli decided to try something new. She wrote a not, and told Gabriel to take it to Mr. Ranskin, along with the book he was supposed to be reading. In his cocky little attitude he silently walked out of the room, slamming the door behind him. He went down the hall, and opened the door to Mr. Ranskin's classroom, which was full of older boys, all listening, or at least pretending to listen to something he was explaining. Gabriel marched right up to Mr. Ranskin, and thrust the note into his hand. With a glare, Mr. Ranskin read the note. After he had finished, he raised his eyebrows, and peered down at Gabriel. Who, in mockery, raised his eyebrows right back. Snickers ran throughout the room.

"And why, aren't you doing your reading assignment Gabriel?" Mr. Ranskin asked.

"I don't feel like it." Gabriel said slowly, emphasizing 'don't.'

"Gabriel," Mr. Ranskin said, once again losing patience "How MANY times, do we have to go over this!?" (They'd already been over 'this' five times today alone) "You can't only do things when you feel like it!"

"Yeah, mistah, I can!" Gabriel answered defiantly. "Always worked before. Unless I was hungry, then I HAD ta find food, but everything else is MY choice! See, yer lyin' ta me again!"

The boys in the room were both appalled, and intrigued by how this little kid challenged authority. Mr. Ranskin was using every amount of his will power not to strangle the child. He had only been at the orphanage for a month, and had already exhausted all the staff members. They had tried everything of locking him into a closet, which seemed very appealing at times like this.

"Well, Do you understand the concept of doing as your told?" Asked Mr. Ranskin

"A course! Doesn't mean I'm gonna though. If ya don't do what someone bigga then ya says, den you'll get beat. But they still can't MAKE you do anything."

"That's where your wrong Gabriel, people CAN make you do things, I, can make you do things."

With that he literally picked Gabriel up, and carried him to an empty desk in the back of the room.

"You will not move from this spot, until you have read all of this book!"

Gabriel tried to stand, but Mr. Ranskin had his hand on Gabriel's shoulder, and shoved him down. "Do you understand?!?"

"yeah"

"WHAT?" Mr. Ranskin said, squeezing Gabriel's shoulder painfully.

"Yeah. SIR."

Gabriel had been sitting in the desk for about an hour, and wasn't a bit bored. He also hadn't touched his book. Mr. Ranskin was leading a math lesson, and Gabriel, though silent, was paying attention. They were going over the quadratic equation. Gabriel had never heard of it before, but in the 15 minutes he had been listening, he understood it.

"John," Mr. Ranskin was asking a boy for about the fourth time. "What comes after b squared? (A.N. sorry, I don't now how to make the little number things!)

"4ac" spoke up Gabriel. All heads turned towards him.

"Gabriel, what's the quadratic equation?" Asked Mr. Ranskin, wanting to test something.

"-b-b squared-4ac/2a"

The older boys were surprised, and so was Mr. Ranskin. After all, when Gabriel had come to the orphanage only a month ago, he was completely uneducated, and seemed to shun all of their attempts to teach him. Now, he could read beginning books, and was quite advanced at math for a 5 year old. He obviously learned quickly, and by observing.

"Gabriel come here." Said Mr. Ranskin. HE wanted to try something. He had personally become annoyed with Gabriel's smart aleck attitude and huge ego. Mr. Ranskin wrote a problem on the board, and asked Gabriel to solve it. Gabriel stood on a chair, and worked through the problem extremely fast, till he had it simplified down to the square roots.

"So uh," said Gabriel, turning to Mr. Ranskin "What does this square root thing mean anyway?" Having never seen it before that day.

"It means find the two congruent numbers that when multiplied equal the square root."

"What? What's congruent?"

"Congruent mean the numbers have the same value." Mr. Ranskin thought he had finally found a challenge Gabriel wouldn't be able to rise up to.

However, Gabriel just stood on the chair for a minute, staring at the chalk in his hand, his eyes a foggy blue, with a hint of sea green. Then, as if a spark went off, his face lit up, and he quickly solved the problem, coming up with the correct answer.

A boy about 11, named Peter started clapping. Soon, most of the class had joined in, though Mr. Ranskin, who grabbed Gabriel by the collar and pulled him off the chair, leading him roughly into the hallway, soon silenced them.

"I didn't do nuthin!" Protested Gabriel, realizing he was in trouble.

"I am tired of your insolence! You won't ever do your own assignments, but you don't mind disrupting MY classes so you can show off!" Yelled Mr. Ranskin

"My stuffs boring!"

"Don't talk unless I ask you a question!"

"You TOLD me ta do the problem!"

"I SAID, don't interrupt me!"

"I'll do whatever the hell I want!"

"NO YOU WON'T!" Yelled Mr. Ranskin.

He opened the door to the utility closet, and as soon as Gabriel realized what was going on, he frantically asked;

"What the hell you doin?" his voice cracking

"You are going to learn that you CANNOT do what ever the hell you want, you'll do whatever the hell I want!" Yelled Ranskin.

Gabriel grabbed the door jam, trying to keep himself from entering the closet, and he started to scream. Ms. Juli rushed from her classroom, and all the boys crowded at the doorways, looking into the hall. The voice Gabriel was screaming in was the same voice he had when he was having nightmares. A voice that was filled with true fear.

It startled Mr. Ranskin into loosening his grip.

Gabriel broke free and ran to Ms. Juli. She embraced him and he pressed his head into her stomach. She hugged him, and his whole body was shaking. After about 10 seconds, his body went rigid and he pushed away from her. He looked at the boys who were all staring at him, displaying this new emotion. His face was dirty and tear streaked, he looked at Mr. Ranskin, and his face changed to a mixture of anger and fear. For a second, time froze, then Gabriel tore off down the hallway and ran down the stairs. No one attempted to follow him.