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Previously on Supernatural- Sam walked over to the reading center and sat down with a book. He would just quietly sit here and everything would be okay. "I'll ignore the other children and do whatever the teacher says." He told himself. "Then nothing bad will happen."
If only he knew how wrong he was.
Bo was having a horrible day. It had started out great with a big breakfast at home, a new book bag, and his whole family hugging him and telling him how proud they were of him. But his day had gone down hill from there. The teacher had yelled at him for telling that Sam kid the truth. At sharing time, Ashley said his picture was ugly, and then Alan told the teacher that he wasn't sharing the train blocks, so Mrs. Horton had made him leave the blocks. As Bo sat at the coloring center, he noticed that Alan had left the blocks and gone to his bookbag. Watching closely, he saw Alan take out his snack, walk to his desk, and put the bag of chips inside the desk. "This is perfect!" Bo thought. "I can get back at Alan and Sam at the same time." Making sure the teacher wasn't watching, Bo casually walked over to Alan's desk, snatched the bag of chips, and stuffed them in Sam's desk. He smiled as he walked back to the coloring center. No one had seen him. He couldn't wait to see Alan's face when he couldn't find his snack. And when Bo told Mrs. Horton that he saw Sam take it and put it in his desk, Sam would be sorry for getting him in trouble. He sat back and waited for the fun to begin.
The children played at centers for a few more minutes before Mrs. Horton made them clean up and go back to their seats. Passing out another sheet of drawing paper, she told them to write their name at the top. When everyone had finished, she instructed the students to draw something they had done over the summer and to write a few words about their picture. While the children worked, Mrs. Horton walked around talking to different children and assessing where her students were in the writing process. Most of the children were able to label parts of their pictures with familiar words such as cat, dog, or mom. A few students wrote random letters that they wove into a story when asked. It was Samuel Winchester's paper that blew her away. He hadn't written random letters or labeled his picture. He had written an entire story to go with his picture. And even with the few misspellings, she could read every single word. Impressed, Mrs. Horton asked Sam to go to the front of the room and share his picture and story with the rest of the class.
Sammy was thrilled that the teacher picked him to share his story. He marched to the front of the room, cleared his throat, and started reading his story. "Unkl Bobby has dogs. Dean and me got to nam the dogs. I namd my dog Max. Dean namd hiz dog Cristo. Dean and me playd wid the dogs. It wuz fun. The End" Sam said. As the other children clapped, Sam smiled. Maybe school wasn't so bad after all.
Mrs. Horton took up all the papers and started calling students to get their snacks and line up to go outside. Everything was going fine until Alan reached into his desk to get his snack. Finding nothing, he immediately started crying. It took Mrs. Horton several minutes to get Alan calmed down enough to tell her what the problem was.
Mrs. Horton went into disciplinarian mode the minute she learned of the missing snack. Making all the students sit back down, she demanded to know where Alan's snack was. She informed the students that no one was going out until the snack was found.
Hiding his smirk, Bo raised his hand. "I saw Sam around Alan's desk at center time" he told Mrs. Horton.
All eyes focused on Sammy, who squirmed under the intense scrutiny. Mrs. Horton rounded on Sam. "Where is Alan's snack, Samuel?" she asked.
"I don't know, Mrs. Horton" Sam stammered. "I didn't take it."
"Samuel, things will be easier for you if you just give Alan back his snack." Mrs. Horton stated, raising her voice. "Now where is it?"
Sammy felt his own anger rising. Standing up, he looked his teacher straight in the eyes and repeated his previous statement. "I don't know where his snack is. I didn't take it."
Bo quickly spoke up. "Yes he did. I saw him take it and put it in his desk."
Mrs. Horton walked over to Sam's desk, reached inside, and pulled out the bag of chips. "How do you explain these, Samuel?" she asked.
Sammy was confused and scared. He didn't know what to say. He knew he hadn't taken the chips, but there they were in his desk. Looking around, Sam caught sight of Bo trying hard to laugh. So that was it! Bo had taken the snack to get Sam in trouble. Well that wasn't going to happen. Pointing at Bo, Sammy shouted, "I didn't take the chips. He did. He's just trying to get me in trouble!"
"Now Samuel," Mrs. Horton began, "Don't go blaming other children for what you did. I think you'd better come with me, young man." Grabbing Sam's hand she led him out into the hallway. They stopped at the next classroom long enough for Mrs. Horton to ask the other teacher to watch her class for a few minutes. Then she drug Sammy up the hall toward the principal's office, fussing at him the whole time. Once they reached the office, she made him sit in a chair by the door while she went inside to talk to the principal.
Shaking, Sammy sat in the chair and tried to figure out what to do. He didn't take the snack but he knew the principal wouldn't believe him. And he definitely didn't want to meet the principal's paddle. What could he do? Then he remembered what Dean had told him this morning. "If anybody does pick on you, you run away and tell me. I'll take care of them." Dean had said. Mrs. Horton had certainly been picking on him all morning and so had Bo. And even though he didn't know where Dean was, he knew how to find his daddy. So he decided to do exactly what Dean told him to. Making sure the coast was clear Sammy climbed off the chair and quietly walked away.
When Mrs. Horton and the principal came out of the office a few minutes later, they were met with an empty chair. Sam Winchester was gone.
