Kindergarten

Age: 5

"Mom!" Scott came running down the hall to the kitchen, where Melissa was making dinner. His little shoes squeaked on the wood floors. "Mom, mom! Look! Look what I did!"

"What did you do, baby?" Melissa looked up briefly from the potatoes she was slicing.

"We got folders at school today for our color papers and we had to write our names on them and I wrote my S the right way! I showed it to Mrs. Ross and she said it was real good! Look!" He brandished his red folder at his mom proudly, his smile all dimples.

"Aww, that's great, honey." She took the folder and her smile drooped a little. "Well, you got your S right…"

"What's wrong?" Scott reached his hand out, trying to snatch his folder back from his mother as he saw her face change. She held it out of his reach.

"You spelled your name wrong. It says Scoot, not Scott."

"Nuh uh!" Scott protested. "I showed it to teacher! It has my name on it!"

"Is your name Scoot?" Melissa teased. She handed the folder back to the little boy. Scott grasped it in both hands. "See? It has two O's instead of two T's." Sure enough, the word Scoot was emblazoned across the cover.

"It's 'supposed to say Scott," he said sadly. Tears started to fill his eyes. He had showed it to Mrs. Ross! He showed her and she didn't say anything! Did she know his name was Scott and not Scoot?

Melissa knelt down and put her warm hand on her son's round shoulder when she saw the tears threatening in his eyes. Scott had always been an easy crier. "It's okay. Maybe you can ask your teacher for another folder tomorrow."

"No!" Scott wailed. "She said she only had enough for us to have one and we had to be really careful when we wrote our names. We had to write in marker so we couldn't undo it. That's why I was real, real careful when I wrote my S! Now my folder is gonna say Scoot on it forever!"

"Oh, it's okay, baby." Melissa felt bad for her son, but at the same time found it difficult not to laugh. "I'm sure no one's going to notice. You showed it to Mrs. Ross and she didn't see anything wrong with it, did she?"

"No," Scott said grumpily.

"See?" Melissa tried to reason. "I'm sure if your teacher didn't notice it, no one else is going to notice it either. The only thing they're going to see is how pretty your S is."

"I guess so," Scott allowed. Maybe it wasn't a big deal after all.

"Well, I know so." Melissa turned back to her potatoes. "Go wash up for dinner and you can help me set the table."

"Okay!" Scott was all smiles again and he bounded off to the bathroom to wash his hands. Melissa waited a few moments to hear him splashing around in the sink.

"Hurry up, Scoot!" She couldn't resist. It was just too cute.

"Mom!" Scott called back, annoyed.

"Okay, kids!" Mrs. Ross called out to the class the next day. She was a nice woman and an experienced teacher, but her curly blonde hair seemed to get wilder and frizzier as the day wore on. "It's time for colors. Get out your folders, please. Who remembers what color our color folders are?"

"RED!" The class called out in near unison. The pretty girl who sat at the table in front of Scott turned around to face him just as he was taking his folder out of his backpack. He thought her name was Lydia.

"I said it first," Lydia announced to Scott unnecessarily.

"No you didn't," Lydia's table partner argued. "We all said it at the same time. But if it was a race, I totally won."

"No you didn't, Jackson!" Lydia said too loudly. "I was first, not you!" She whipped around to face Scott again. "I was first, wasn't I?" She glanced down at his folder. "Your name is Scoot?"

"No!" Scott covered his folder with his hands. "My name is Scott. It says Scott."

"It says Scoot." Her argument with Jackson was completely forgotten. "I saw it and I'm a good reader. My mom says I'm an exspellent reader. It says Scoot."

"Your name is Scoot?!" The hyperactive boy sharing Scott's table burst into the conversation.

"No," Scott tried to say, but Stiles ignored him.

"That is the coolest name ever! I wish my name was Scoot, but it's not. It's Stiles. Well, that's not my real name. My real name is really hard to say and I don't like it, so everybody calls me Stiles. It's not as cool as Scoot though," Stiles broke off his rambling to look away longingly. "Hey! Maybe I can ask my mom if my name can be Scoot, too! Then we'll be twins!"

Lydia looked at Stiles with the most disparaging look her five-year-old self could muster. "His name isn't Scoot, Stiles. It's Scott."

"Nuh uh!" Stiles disagreed. "It says Scoot right there!" He forced Scott's hands away from his mismarked folder. "See? Tell her, Scoot!"

"Stiles," Mrs. Ross called. "It's time to be quiet now. We need to work on our colors."

"It's okay, Scoot," Stiles said in a whisper that was only marginally softer than his regular speaking voice. "I already know all my colors, I can help you with yours. We're friends now, right? Best friends?"

Scott smiled back at him. "Twins."

Disclaimer: We do not own Teen Wolf or any of it's characters. The only original character so far is Mrs. Ross.

A/N: So, this originally started off as a one-shot idea but the more we developed it the more we fell in love with the idea and thus it became its own series. We actually got the idea from Dylana (the writer) constantly misspelling Scott's name in our other fic, In Exchange. Instead of a linear story it's going to be a series of one-shots focusing on different occurrences in these kids' lives. We already have a ton of ideas for this series but welcome and look forward to any prompt suggestions! As always, please read and review if you want more or want to make any suggestions. Thanks!