Disclaimers: I do not own Supernatural, or Sam Winchester. I only own the poem and the plot.
A/N: In this drabble, Sam is a child of about 11, considering as he is in grade 6.
English Assignment
Sam got home from school, with his backpack bursting with the homework he had to complete that night. Most kids would complain about having a lot of homework in grade 6, but Sam didn't mind, as it took his mind off hunting and all the training he was put through. He wanted to do his English first, so he pulled out the assignment sheet.
Poetry Assignment
Write a poem about either a perfect world or dream world. It has to have at least ten lines, and does not have to contain rhymes. To be completed by Friday.
Sam didn't know what he wanted to write a poem about, so he put it aside and grabbed his history work. He worked for about 20 minutes before he finished his history homework. He then looked back at his English assignment, but still couldn't think which kind of poem he wanted to write, so he pulled out his French. He finished that in about half hour. Sam was about to look at this English sheet again and choose which he wanted to write when he was called down to supper. He ate quickly and then returned to his homework. He only had English to do, so he pulled the poem sheet towards him and thought for a few minutes before he decided that he wanted to incorporate both of the topics into his poem. After he made his decision, he grabbed his pencil and started writing.
If this were a perfect world
there would be no murder.
There would be no poverty,
no homeless-ness, no kidnapping.
Everyone would have a mother.
Everyone would have a father.
Maybe a brother or a sister.
Nothing would go bump in the night.
There would be no ghosts,
no spirits, no demons.
There would be no hate,
no bloodshed, no demons.
There would only be kindness,
gentleness, friendliness.
If this were a perfect world,
there would be peace.
Sam signed his name at the top of the page and stuffed the page back in his backpack. The next day in English, he handed it in for marking.
The following week, the teacher was handing the poems back. Sam got his and was eager to see his mark, and was surprised to see that it was an 85. He was very happy with his mark, until he saw his teacher's neat handwriting, in red, beside the mark.
Well done with your poem Sam, but there is no such thing as ghosts, spirits, and demons. Where did you ever get that idea?
Sam sighed when he read her comments, and stuffed the poem in his desk. She, just like everyone else in the class, didn't know of the supernatural, and never would.
A/N: The idea came to me when I wrote this poem, and I decided to write this short Sammy drabble. Please leave a comment and tell me how I did.
Happy Hunting!
