A/N: Thanks for all the great reviews, everyone! I feel so loved. Anyway, just so people know, I am starting school again within a week, so my updates will be less frequent then they have. Another thing, I am really supposed to be doing an economics assignment right now BUT I'M NOT BECAUSE I AM COOL. Actually, I'm not cool, but you don't know that.

Economics suck.

Apologies to all those who like it.

Oh, and yes, Squee and Devi will both be in this. No, Danielle will most likely not fall in love with Squee.

Squee should be gay. I heart gays. I have a gay friend. I am gay. WOO

Mm, disclaimer goodness…: I don't own any of the characters that are owned by Jhonen Vasquez. Because I'm not him, bless his soul. But I do own any character's you don't recognize, such as my original character.

Warning: Wow. I don't know. This contains violence and swearing… And probably some other things that I haven't thought of just yet.

Monday seemed to come faster than ever for Johnny. Although time, days, weeks, months, even years never mattered much to the slim male, it occurred to him that they would have to play a key factor in his day to day life if he were to take looking after a child seriously.

Heck, he would end up being her adoptive father. That thought almost made him shudder. Not that he disliked Danielle, but…

Okay, he disliked Danielle.

…

Somewhat.

She had to direct him to her primary school that Monday morning and that was, for both parties, quite difficult. Johnny only barely remembered the route he had taken to actually go to and from on the previous Friday. Danielle had no idea where she really was, and could just remember the school's name. They ended up using a street directory from 1994 which Johnny realized was sitting in his backseat, and was still in its packaging. It amused him somewhat as Danielle ripped the clear plastic off with her tiny hands, and flipped nonchalantly through it, until the older man told her what to do. When she had no idea how to find 'Elementary Schools, Public' in the front and then find her on, Johnny drove to the curb, and found it for her. They then found which street they were on (although Danielle was not much help on that either), and they were off.

The school was only three blocks down from number 777, much to Johnny's surprise- it had seemed much longer on Friday- and also to his surprise, he felt a little bit of uncertainty as Danielle climbed out of the car. He decided it was due to his own bad experiences at school, although he could barely remember anything before his twenty-third birthday.

At least he thought his earliest memory was when he was twenty-three.

Danielle turned to face him as she finally moved out of the car, and clutched the straps of her backpack.

'Can you pick me up at three?' she asked quietly, as she chewed her lower lip. Johnny wondered if he could even remember that long as he broke out of his trance, and gave a small nod.

'Fuck…'

Danielle frowned. 'You say that a lot. S'a bad word, y'know.'

'Yeah, yeah, I know… Ergh, I guess I'll pick you up at three.'

Danielle continued to stand in her spot, and she turned her gaze onto her shoes. When she lifted her gaze again, she seemed rather uncertain. 'Si- I mean, Johnny?'

'Mm?'

'I'm gonna need some new clothes, y'know…'

The male raised a brow. 'I beg your pardon?'

'Well, I can't wear these,' she gestured to her overalls, 'all the time.'

Johnny's face seemed to grow pale, and his memory of the clothing store in Hell came into his mind. 'Er, you're right.'

'Can we go to the shops after school, maybe…?' Danielle dug her toe into the cement, and Johnny suspected she was using her childish charm. She didn't seem the type to, yet Johnny knew buying some new clothes for the girl would possibly be the smartest thing to do. And, well, he knew he needed a new shirt or two for himself, although he immensely doubted he would buy anything for himself.

'Fine, we'll go. I guess those overalls aren't going to last you forever.'

Danielle gave a smile, and shifted her pack. 'I also need some money for lunch.'

Letting out a groan, Johnny searched his glove box, found a few notes (he wasn't sure their amount), and shoved them into Danielle's hand. 'There, now scat.'

The girl stared at the money, placed them in her pocket delicately, waved, and walked slowly up to the school building. Johnny let out a low groan, shook his head, and drove off.

*

Todd Casil, a.k.a. Squee, stared as the gray car drove away in front of him, a puff of smoke escaping the exhaust pipe. He then turned his eyes to the young girl that was walking up to the school building. His small mind was trying to comprehend how Johnny- the terrifying, murderous man who told him bedtime stories of people with Ebola, the flesh-eating virus, being attacked by rhinos and then chewed up to pieces by dogs- could possibly have a child.

Squee was young- only eight- but he wasn't dumb. Yet even this was too hard to get around his mind. The older male had come into his house a few days earlier and asked for some of his playthings. He was curious, yes, as to how he was going to use them, yet he didn't bother trying to find out.

Grabbing his backpack from behind, and finding the soft, squishy part where his 'loveable' teddy bear Shmee was, Squee, too, followed the crowd as the bell rang for class and walked to the building. He would have to investigate later- that is, if he had enough courage. Anyone who came into contact with Johnny and lived was bound to have problems, and living with the man was bound to screw the girl's head on the wrong way sooner or later. Squee was already beginning to pray to God to save his soul- he only hoped the girl would do the same soon.

*

'Children, who here has a family?'

Miss Franklin was nice. But she sure as heck could ask a lot of strange questions.

All around her, Danielle saw hands raising cautiously into the air. Letting out a sigh, the girl followed suite. Even though she was in year two, Danielle guessed that at least twenty of her classmates knew what a family was. And those who didn't would have at least heard of the word. Sinking down into her seat, Danielle braced herself for the bouncy woman's next question. Her previous teacher didn't treat them so… childishly.

'Good! Now, why don't some of you tell the other classmates tell the others who is in your family?'

A boy behind Danielle raised his hand, and Miss Franklin called him on. Everyone turned to look at him, Danielle included.

'Miss, does that mean the people we live with, or our cousins and aunts and uncles and grandparents and all those other people?'

'Just the people you live with Robert. Today we're going to look at all the different types of families everyone has! Now, Robert, why don't you stand and tell everyone who is in your family?'

The boy named Robert stood uncertainly, and paused before he spoke. 'I lived with my mum, my dad and my brother. His name is Jeff. Oh, and I have two pet fish, a cat, a dog and a budge… a budger… a budgerigar.'

'Good, Robert. Now, Katelyn, why don't you tell us?'

Danielle was beginning to grow uncertain now- the teacher was calling on random students, instead of letting them raise their hand.

Katelyn stood, licked her lips, and spoke. 'I live with my mummy, and my brother, Charlie. My dad and mummy no longer with each other. My other brother lives with my dad- he's old, seventeen, and wanted to live with him.'

Miss Franklin let Katelyn sit, and Danielle wondered that if she got chosen as to whether she could make something up. No one would really know. The teacher called upon another student to tell about their family, along with another, until Danielle heard her name get called out.

'Danielle? Why don't you tell us about yours?'

Danielle let out a low whimper, and slowly stood to her feet. She felt telling the class that her mother had died on Friday, and her father was somewhere else, in a place called a penitentiary or prison or something along those lines in Washington. Tracing a crack along the lid of her desk lid, Danielle thought.

'Um…' she mumbled quietly.

'Sorry, what was that?' Miss Franklin asked.

'Um!' Danielle repeated louder. The class let out a soft chuckle, yet the teacher frowned.

'Tell us about who you live with- your family- Danielle.'

Well she said to tell who I live with, Danielle thought, and Johnny said I would be living with him…

'I- I'm… adopted.' Danielle finally decided upon. Miss Franklin's eyebrows shot up.

'Really?'

'Yeah…'

'Do you… know where your… real parents are?'

Danielle squirmed, and finally shook her head. 'No…' Well I don't know where Daddy is and Mummy's… dead.

Miss Franklin finally allowed Danielle to sit down, and addressed the class. 'Thank you to all those who told us about their families. Now, I have an exciting announcement to say! I have decided to let all of you to bring your families in for a fun day later this term, and you'll all get to write something about your family, and you can make up skits and poems and all those things with your friends! And at the end of the day, we'll all, as a class, make up a big play about families and we'll perform it for everyone! Now, I have a few ideas about what to do…'

As the woman blabbered on about this so called 'Family Day', Danielle tuned out, and uttered the bad-word which Johnny had used that very morning:

'Fuck.'

A/N: Har, Family Day. What fun.

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