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Greetings! Ha wow God just got me through one of the most chaotic weeks ever and I mean EVER. One of my beloved family members passed away -_-, my little sisters' birthday party, a total of four band concerts, and a band reward ceremony. And if that wasn't enough right after that stuff my family came down with a stomach bug (which is my least favorite sickness ;Z). Though, God did something amazing throughout the chaos, which I have to tell you so you know his glory. I started band in the beginning of the school year with no experience at all. I prayed to the Lord in the beginning of the year in terrifying need for his presence and favor. I am now ending the school year praying to him in thanks and utter amazement. He gave me a 1st chair band ranking in percussion, two superiors in a snare drum and mallet solo performance in front of a judge, four medals, five certificates, and a HUGE trophy that was awarded because I was Top percussionist out of the band. Ha isn't the Lord good. What a God right? Only my Lord and savior could do something so AMAZING and in a time of sadness where I needed his comfort. He always finds a way to remind me how much he loves me.
Well a BIG THANKFUL THANKS to Aisha, Deepizzaguy, Tobeyfan, and HappyDreamer. You guys have really impacted my story with your awesome reviews. The Lord has truly used your encouragement to keep me writing for him.
Dedication: This story is dedicated to the Lord and my little sister. I love you both so SO VERY MUCH.
Here is Chapter Six XD
"Right here is fine robot."
Tobey sighed as his giant metal creation slowly lowered himself to the front doors of the school. For once the boy genius was actually anxious to get inside of the tremendously boring building. Clutching a thick stack of papers and a backpack on his right shoulder, Tobey made his way inside of the school.
The late bell echoed throughout the halls as now only the dawdlers now remained. Tobey quickened his pace. Skimming the classroom doors for his home room, Tobey found himself in deep thought. Last night he had spent several hours working on a silly history report. Tobey never would do such a frivolous assignment, but the assignment had something to do with his family. As much as he wished he could ignored the history book and the report. There was still a part of his father in him that told him otherwise.
"Tobey, did I ever tell you about your great - great grandfather Theodore "Thomas" McCalister?"
The words of his father echoed in his head.
"No Daddy, pwees tell me. I wuv your stories."
The memory surged into the boy genius's mind. Tobey remembered the childhood memory well. His father sitting in the old wooden rocking chair rocking his young toddler self back and forth. As a infant, sitting in his father's lap seemed to be his best protection of whatever life threw at him. The way his own hands rested in the large ones of his father's. The strong but yet soothing voice that only his Daddy could give. The loving embrace and warmth of being held by someone who loved him for who he was not for what he was becoming. Nothing could compare as a child…nothing at all could compare to his father's lap.
"Ha…well where do I begin? Oh yes now I remember…"
Tobey could remember the contagious smile that would spread across his father's face. It was a smile that he had never forgotten.
"Now Tobey long before Granddad, you, and I, were born are family had just moved to this town. We had come from a place way over seas and hoped to start a new life in the small little city. Now this was when Thomas your great - great grandfather was just a boy. Thomas's father began a life as a blacksmith helping the town with whatever they needed, but one day he disappeared. Nobody knew where Thomas's father had gone, but that's not really the story. You see Thomas's father had a assistant who took over as blacksmith. The assistant was training Thomas as his blacksmith apprentice. Though, little did Thomas know but the assistant was actually…"
Tobey remembered the fragments of his father's tale. Though, as a baby he also remember himself dozing off in his father's arms. He honestly didn't know how much he remembered. Though, Tobey tried to recollect.
SMASH!
Just as Tobey had started into his classroom some careless person collided right into him. His history report went spilling across the classroom floor and his glasses fell off his nose. The giggles from classmates could be heard as Tobey lay sprawl out on the floor. His cheeks began to burn a bright red. Tobey only wondered who had been so heartless.
"Oh no! I am so so sorry! I wasn't looking where I was going!"
Hearing that familiar tone, Tobey quickly refused her help.
"No it's ok Becky Botsford, it only took me all night to work on this history essay."
The boy genius sat up and began to gather all of his papers off the dirty floor. Becky Botsford crouched onto the floor to offer Tobey some assistance.
Tobey didn't like Becky at all. She was completely bossy, stubborn, and a "know-it-all". Becky always made perfect grades (aside from art). Becky was very different from most girls, which gave her a certain charm. She loved sports and was often never afraid to stick up for herself and others. Becky Botsford was fearless and very strong hearted. Though, perhaps this is why he despised her most. Becky was never afraid to question Tobey and his all powerful robots. She never flinched when he made his evil threats. When robots came attacking the school playground, Becky would help everyone to safety until WordGirl arrived. She was also very smart. No matter how hard he tried Becky always seemed to be just a bit more intelligent then he.
Tobey tried to gather all the papers faster so Becky wouldn't get a chance to help him. He knew this would annoy Becky.
"Here let me help you!" Becky insisted as she (used her super speed to) grabbed one of the papers before Tobey.
"I don't want you're help!" Tobey growled as he snatched the paper out of her hand.
Becky was feeling very discouraged. All the stress of the morning was starting to get to her. She could feel her eyes blur.
"Becky please go sit down! Tobey can handle picking up his report." Mrs. Davis harshly instructed from her desk.
Becky felt a stray tear go down her cheek. Standing up and lowering her head in shame. Becky suddenly noticed Tobey's glasses. She picked them up and gently gave them to Tobey.
Tobey glared at Becky as Becky placed his glasses in his hands. Though, Tobey noticed something different about Becky. Her eyes were filled with tears. Tobey could't believe it. He had never ever ever seen Becky cry.
It just wasn't a common thing from the strong and fearless Becky Botsford. Tobey felt guilty. He didn't mean to make her cry. But, then again how could he have made her cry? It couldn't have just been him. Something else must have upset her, though what would upset Becky Botsford. She was too perfect.
Stacking his paper and standing up, the boy genius proudly approached his teacher.
"Here you go Mrs. Davis," Tobey said with pride as he held out his history report with both hands.
"You're late Tobey," Mrs. Davis frowned as Tobey dropped the huge report on her desk.
"Humph…so much for thank you." Tobey stomped to his seat.
Tobey took his seat. Despite how much he wanted to watch Mrs. Davis grade his report he couldn't help but find his eyes on poor Becky Botsford. Her head with buried in her arms on her desk. It was obvious why. Whenever a student was upset, tired, or sick in school it usually resulted with burying your face in your arms. Well it was what he usually did as well as many other kids. It was very obvious that Becky was upset. Tobey silently spied on her while working on his math sheet.
"Tobey, please come here," Mrs. Davis called as she removed her reading glasses.
Well spying on Becky would have to wait.
Sorry this is kind of short :/ like I said I am kind of in a chaotic phase of life. Pray for me and my family if you can...losing a loved one is very hard (especially for my siblings). Anywho, please R&R if you want XD God Bless ya
