Note: Sorry this took SOOOO long. I've been busy. I think it makes up for it though.
I like the end of this chapter. I hope you all do to.
Umm so...hm...Not much else to say except, enjoy!

Soon the bell rang, and Roxas had to go back to class.
He stood up and brushed the dirt off his pants.

Axel grabbed the ball, and stood up in suit, "I'll take this, you go back to class. Okay kid?"
He placed a hand on top of Roxas' head and ruffled his jet black hair.
Roxas squirmed and laughed, then ran off.

"Humph, he sure hasn't changed much…" Axel mumbled as he began to clean the playground.
It was his job after all.
At least, for now.

O.o.O.o.O

Roxas settled down in his seat, and let out a sigh.
He missed Axel already, and they had just met.

"See." Hayner stated, sitting down beside Roxas, "See! Did you see him with that playground monitor at recess?!"
He jabbed an accusing finger at Roxas.

Olette and Pence took their seats, and Olette sighed, "Big deal, he doesn't have any friends."
"I'll be his friend…" Pence said in a little voice.

"NO!" Hayner quickly jabbed the finger at him, "You will not be that thing's friend."

Roxas looked down at his hands that were nervously ringing his in lap.
Pence simply let out a dejected sigh, and stared as the teacher started the lesson.

She clapped her hands together and smiled, "Okay class! I hope you all had a nice recess! We will begin with a project on-"

O.o.O.o.O

"How was your first day honey?" Roxas' mom smiled and took his hand.
He smiled weakly and held his mothers hand tight.
At least she would always love him.

He didn't want to tell him mom how the day had been.
He felt…weird.
Extra tired.
Or…Something.
He thinks his dad called it "stress"…or something.
But only grown ups get stressed out.

He sighed and laid his head against the cool window.
It was, like he knew it would be, cool.

He watched the houses zoom by, and they were like always, tan and boring and perfect.
He just wanted to be home, in his bed.
He wanted…To sleep for awhile.

"There was a boy in class today…" He began, he must have caught it mothers attention.
If not, he didn't care.
He just kept going, it felt good to talk about it.
"He told me I was creepy…He was really mean. And then, this other kid, he wanted to be my friend and…The mean kid told him no…"
Him mom smiled and kept her eyes on the road, "Why did that other boy listen to him?"

Roxas shrugged. He didn't answer.
Suddenly, it didn't feel so good to talk about this anymore…

O.o.O.o.O

Roxas got out of the car to be greeted by the warm, happy face of his father.
Roxas' mother had told him that he got his brown eyes from her, and his black hair from his dad.
But what Roxas didn't understand is that his mom had black hair to, so why didn't he just get it from her?
He guessed it was because him and his father had a shade darker then her.

His father had short hair, he practically buzzed it every few months.
Just like Roxas did.
Only Roxas was in due need of a haircut, so it was shaggy and unkempt.

"Hey son!" His father laughed as he swept him into his arms and hugged him.
Roxas' father was strong.
He used to be a solider.
He told Roxas stories of that time.
He had a friend, that was blond with crazy spiky hair. He was named after something in the sky.
Roxas forgot his name though.

His mother smiled and kissed him, which was awkward since he was in between them.
"Hey Zack, what are you doing home so soon?"
"GROSS!" Roxas yelled and wiggled to get free.

His father and him laughed as he was set down.
"No work today." He smiled and kissed his wife on the nose, "And I just had to see how my only son's first day of school was."

Roxas took his backpack from his mother and went inside.
They were too…cuddly.
Roxas thought that was gross. But then again, he had these…weird feelings.
Like there was someone he wanted to act like that with. But he didn't really remember their name or face.

O.o.O.o.O

That night at dinner, it was the same as every night.
They ate, his parents talked about their days.
And every now and then Roxas would contribute something to the conversation.

"I hate people like that. I'm so sorry honey." Roxas' mother patted his father's hand.
He nodded and chewed what was in his mouth, "I know, but you gotta put up with them. Ya know?"
She nodded.
Roxas nodded.
Just like always.

O.o.O.o.O

Then it was bedtime, and then he woke up for school.
Oh boy, school.

He got into the car, and watched the countless amounts of identical houses zoom by him.
He guessed 'countless' was a bit over the top.
Maybe he would count them, one day.
One day…

O.o.O.o.O

Ms. Gainsborough clapped her hands together.
Her hair was up again.
But today she wore a pink dress, and no flowers.
Except one in her hair.

"Today I want to introduce math warm ups!" She announced as she held up a rectangular green sheet.
The kids let out a groan, and Roxas looked around.
Did he miss something?

Hayner elbowed him in the side, "What? Do you like math or something?"
Roxas shook his head.
Hayner 'humphed', "Whatever, freak…"

O.o.O.o.O

Roxas' sprit finally rose near lunch.
Lunch meant recess.
And recess meant Axel.
His only friend.

He held onto his green plastic tray with excitement, only half an hour left.
But he guessed he should take one step at a time.
Right now, it was lunch.
And what did Roxas want for lunch?

He decided on pizza and chocolate milk.
Just like Hayner and Pence got.
Olette got something more healthy, a burger with white milk.

They all sat back at their desks for lunch.
Hayner shot Roxas daggers, "What? Are you so lonely you had to eat exactly what me and Pence ate?"
Roxas quickly looked up at Hayner, then sighed.
Suddenly, he wasn't hungry anymore.

He stood up and dumped his train in the trash.
Food untouched.

He returned to his desk to see a very happy Hayner, he was victorious.
"So now you're not eating? Whatever…"

O.o.O.o.O

Finally, recess.
Roxas ran out with all the other kids.
All the others ran to the spots they did yesterday.
And Roxas…He stood in the doorway.
He looked across the playground.
And there was no flaming red hair.
No burning green eyes.
No odd face tattoos.
How could he miss the face tattoos?

So rejected, with no one to play with and nothing to do, he sat against the wall they did yesterday.
He just sat.
And thought.
And wondered.
And…cried.

Notes: Yes, he cried. Why? Because hes 8. Something you MUST remember while reading this, or you get sick thoughts about horny Roxas.
Like my proof reader did. XD She thought him wanting to cuddle meant he was horny.

Anyway I hoped you liked this. Sorry the ending is a bit sad...
And umm...Oh!

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