A/N: Greetings, my fellow readers! I am here with another chapter! Thank you for the kind reviews for chapter four! I'm glad you enjoyed it! I hope you'll like this next chapter, just as much!
Disclaimer: Spencer Reid does not belong to me. I am just borrowing him. However, all other characters in this chapter, do belong to me.
August Fressler was busy reading the morning announcements to his class of fifth grade students, that Monday morning, when there was suddenly a knock at the door. After opening the door, he was met by a young boy of about seven or eight years old. He smiled at the child.
"Hi, you must be Spencer Reid," he greeted the young boy with a handshake.
"I am," said Spencer. He was as nervous as he could ever be. After all, it was his first day of fifth grade and he was going to be in a classroom full of people he never knew. "Are you Mr. Fressler," he asked.
"Yes, I am," said August. "Why don't you come in and I'll introduce you to the class," he ushered Spencer into the room.
August was a tall, young man with a slight muscle physique. He had an ivory complexion to him, blue eyes and his shoulder length, dark curly hair was tied back into a ponytail. He was very well dressed, wearing a short sleeved white tee shirt with a black vest over it and a pair of black dress pants. On his feet, were a pair of black biker boots.
Standing at the front of the classroom, Spencer was as nervous as he could ever be, while August introduced him to the class. He could feel his knees tremble a little and his heart race inside of his chest. All eyes were on him. And he silently prayed that no one noticed how nervous he was.
"Everyone, this is Spencer Reid," said August. "He's going to be joining our class."
"He's really short," a young girl with shoulder length blonde hair and striking green eyes, sitting at the front of the room, snickered. A few of the other kids laughed at her comment about Spencer.
"That's enough of that," August called out. The students stopped their laughter. "Daelyiana, that was uncalled for," he said to the girl.
Daelyiana rolled her eyes. "What? I was just stating the truth," she said.
The nervousness in Spencer had vanished when he found the courage to speak up."I'm short because I'm only seven and a half years old," he said. He could see the confusion on everyone's faces. He sighed. "I'm a genius, who should actually be in the second grade, but apparently my parents and second grade teacher thought I needed to be with students who somewhat possess the same level of intellect as I do," he explained. "So, where should I sit," he asked August.
"Anywhere you want," said August.
Spencer sat down next to a slightly overweight Hispanic boy with short raven colored hair and dark brown eyes at the back of the classroom. The boy greeted Spencer with a smile.
Hi, I'm Atlas," he extended his hand out for Spencer to shake.
Spencer smiled and shook the boy's hand. "Hi, nice to meet you," he said. "I'm sure you already know who I am, since Mr. Fressler introduced me to everyone."
"Okay, let's start the day off with some spelling," August announced from the front of the classroom. His eyes scanned the room for a brief moment. "Nevaeh, can you spell renegade," he asked a pale thin girl with straggly wavy blonde hair and hazel eyes.
Nevaeh, who had been sitting on the other side of Atlas at the back of the room, thought for a moment and began to spell out the given word. "R.e.n.a.g.a.d.e.," she said.
"Good job, Nevaeh," said August. His eyes scanned the room again, before landing on a raven haired, dark eyed Asian girl. "Vita, can you spell catastrophe," he asked the girl.
Feeling confident with herself, Vita began spelling out the word. "C.a.t.a.s.t.r.o.p.h.e.," she said.
Correct," said August. "Okay, let's go with one more," his eyes scanned the room, trying to locate the final person. "Let's see, who will get the final…"
"Give a word to the shrimp," a bowl haircut brunette boy with hazel eyes said. "Let him prove that he really is a genius."
A few of the students laughed at the boy's comment and agreed with him.
"I'm not a shrimp," Spencer defended himself. "And I am a genius. Why else would I have been able to skip a few grades?"
"You're not a genius. The second grade just didn't want you," Vita teased. "I bet you don't even know how to spell."
"Creighton and Vita, that'll be enough of that," said August. "Any form of bullying in this classroom will not be tolerated. The next person who feels the need to bully someone, will be missing the next three days of recess and writing three pages on why bullying is wrong. Am I clear on that," he asked.
Although there were some eye rolls and annoyed looks, everyone agreed with their teacher.
"Good, now let's move on," said August. "Spencer, do you want the final word," he asked the young boy.
"Yes," said Spencer. "Whatever it is, I can spell it."
"Someone's a show off," Daelyiana commented.
"Are you afraid that he may be a better speller than you," Atlas asked Daelyiana.
Daelyiana rolled her eyes. "No one can out spell me," she said.
"If you think you're the best speller here and that no one can out spell you, then let's have a competition between the two of us," suggested Spencer.
Most of the class was on board for this little competition that Spencer had just suggested. They were all eager to see whether or not he could out spell someone older than he was.
"You all really want to see a competition," August asked his students.
"Yeah," the class said in unison.
"Alright then, it seems as though the people have spoken," said August. "Spencer, Daelyiana, are you to up for this?"
"Yes," said Spencer.
Daelyiana sneered at Spencer. "Don't cry when I beat you," she said.
Spencer was unfazed by Daelyiana's words. "Trust me, you'll be the one crying," he said.
"Ooh," a few students said in unison.
"Whatever," said Daelyiana. "Let's start the competition."
"Daelyiana, Spencer, please come to the front of the classroom," August summoned the two students to the front of the room. When the two students were standing at the front of the room, August continued. "Okay, here's how it's gonna go down, I'm gonna give you both some words to spell. The first to misspell a word, will have to donate twenty dollars to a charity of my choice. Sound okay," he asked the two students.
Daelyiana and Spencer agreed with their teacher. "And what about the winner? What do they get," asked Spencer.
"They get the satisfaction of knowing they out spelled their opponent," said August.
"Sounds okay to me," said Spencer.
"Great, now let's get started," announced August. "Spencer, since you're the one who came up with the idea of this competition, you get the first word. And that word is…," he flipped opened his dictionary and randomly selected a word. "justification," he said.
"Justification. J.u.s.t.i.f.i.c.a.t.i.o.n., Justification," Spencer confidently said.
"Correct," said August. "Okay Daelyiana, your word is…," he once again randomly selected another word. "danger," he said.
Daelyiana smiled to herself, knowing that she had been given such an easy word. "Danger. D.a.n.g.e.r., danger," she proudly said.
"Correct, but don't get ahead of yourself. Remember, these words are being randomly selected. You're just lucky that was an easy word. The next one for you could be a difficult one," warned August as Daelyiana rolled her eyes. "Spencer, back to you. Your next word is…," he randomly selected a third word. "infernal," he said.
"Infernal. I.n.f.e.r.n.a.l., Infernal," said Spencer. He still had his confidence in him.
"Correct," said August. "Daelyiana, back to you. Your word is…," another word was once again randomly selected. "spheroid," he said.
Daelyiana thought for a moment. "Spheroid. S.p.h.e.r.o.i.d., Spheroid," she said.
"Correct," said August. "Spencer, your next word is…," he once again, randomly selected another word. "stoat," he said.
"Stoat. S.t.o.a.t., Stoat," said Spencer.
"Correct," said August. "Are you all enjoying this little competition," he asked the class.
"Yes," the class said in unison.
"Good. Glad to hear that," said August. "Wait, show of hands, how many of you think Daelyiana will win," he asked. Most of the class raised their hands. "Okay. And how many of you think Spencer will win," a few hands were raised in favor of Spencer. "Hmm… Interesting. Moving on. Daelyiana, your next word is…," another word was randomly selected from the dictionary. "ritual," he said.
"Ritual. R.i.t.u.a.l., Ritual," Daelyiana said in extreme confidence.
"Correct. Looks like we got some tough competition with these two," August said of Spencer and Daelyiana. "In fact, we could be here for two weeks, if neither of them spell a word, incorrectly," many of the students laughed at his joke. "Spencer, your word is…," he randomly selected a word from the dictionary. "tie."
"Tie. T.i.e., Tie," said Spencer.
"Correct," said August. Randomly selecting another word, he looked at Daelyiana. "Daelyiana, your next word is, shade," he said.
"Shade. S.h.a.d.e., Shade," said Daelyiana.
"Correct," said August. "Either of you two want to give up," he asked Daelyiana and Spencer. Both students nodded their heads from side to side. "Good, me neither," said August. "Moving on. Spencer, your word is…," he selected another word at random. "xenophobia."
A wave of nervousness suddenly hit Spencer. Sure he knew the word. The only problem he had with it, was that he always had trouble spelling it, correctly. He wanted to give up, right then and there, but decided to give the word a try. "Xenophobia. X.e.n.o.p.h.o.b.i.a., Xenophobia," he said, feeling quite unsure of himself.
"Correct," said August. Spencer breathed a sigh of relief. "Daelyiana, your word is…," August randomly selected another word. "prodigious."
"Prodigious. P.r.o.d.i.g.e.u.s, Prodigious," said Daelyiana. She still had a lot of confidence in her.
"I'm sorry, but that is incorrect," said August. There were some gasps among the room. "Spencer, if you can spell prodigious correctly, you'll win the game," he said. "You think you can do it?"
Silence filled the room as all eyes and ears were locked on Spencer. His nerves were beginning to get the best of him. "Prodigious. P.r.o.d.i.g.i.o.u.s., Prodigious," he said.
"Spencer, that is… absolutely correct," August proudly said. "Congratulations, You won the game."
While most of the class were shocked, the few who were in favor of Spencer winning, were thrilled about it. But no one was more thrilled than Atlas. Smiling, he was up out of his seat and applauding Spencer. "Way to go, Spencer!" He was just so glad that the younger boy had defeated the class bully at something.
Daelyiana was annoyed by this. "It's not that big of deal," she said. "He only won a stupid spelling bee. It's not like he found the cure for cancer. So you can stop cheering for him," she told Atlas.
"Don't be a sore loser," said August. "And if Atlas wants to cheer for Spencer, then I don't have a problem with that. I'd rather have students cheering each other, instead of bullying each other."
Daelyiana rolled her eyes. "Whatever," she muttered.
August heard her, but chose to just move on. "Now since you lost the competition, you'll have to donate twenty dollars to a charity of my choice. And that charity is…," he paused for a moment as he was thinking. "The No More Abuse Sanctuary," he said. "For those of you who don't know what that is, it's a nonprofit organization that helps both humans and animals, who have been either neglected or abused. It's a really great organization."
"Oh. Well, I forgot to bring any money with me, today," said Daelyiana. "Sorry."
"That's alright," said August. "You can always bring it, tomorrow. Okay, I need you all to take out your spelling books and work on pages thirty five to forty," he said, suddenly changing the subject.
End of chapter five. I'd like to know what you all thought about it, so please, leave me some reviews. Good or bad, you know I'll accept both! Just don't be too cruel if you hated it. I'll have chapter six posted as soon as possible. Oh and by the way, you probably won't hear from the second grade class until chapter seven. Chapter six will be another chapter centered around Spencer and some of his fifth grade classmates. And one last thing, in case any of you didn't notice, chapters four, five and six, all take place during the same day. I just thought I'd let you all know.