Author's Note: Hello there! I'm writing a story about Big Time Rush as children, from ages five to the day before they auditioned. In this story, Camille, Jo, The Jennifer's, Jett, and some others will be in it. I know a lot of others did this, but I'm going to change it up a bit. Enjoy.
It was the first day of Kindergarten for children everywhere in Minnesota. It was raining very hard that morning and no one wanted to go to school because they knew they were going to miss recess. Some children actually wanted to go to school. Part of that children, was Logan Mitchell. He skipped preschool because he was too smart, and couldn't wait to go to school.
Logan was sleeping in his bed dreaming about getting straight A+'s on his report card. His door creaked open and he slowly opened his eyes. It was his mother.
"Wake up, Logie." His mother said, smiling at her son.
The boy blinked his big brown eyes and ran a hand through his blackish-brown hair. He smiled back at his mom, and rolled out of his bed. Logan trotted to his blue dresser, picking out his favorite white, button-up shirt and gray jeans. He took off his racecar pajamas and put on his clothes. "Mommy, why did you wake me up so early?" he said, looking at the time.
It was 7:24 and school started at 8:15. He already knew how to tell time by digital clock AND hand clock. Mrs. Mitchell frowned. "I didn't know you were going to be so quick. It's your first day of real school after all." She said, rubbing Logan's shoulder.
Logan sighed. This was going to be a long morning.
It was 7:30 am, and James Diamond woke up right about now. He yawned and threw his hand through his perfect, silky brown hair. James was a really pretty boy. He had perfect, long hair and big hazel eyes. "Mommy, where did you put my comb?" he whined, opening and closing drawers, desperately looking for his lucky comb.
His mother came into his room, looking as beautiful as ever, even though she just woke up. Mrs. Diamond had her son's comb in her hand, and gave it to her son. "I'm sorry, I was just cleaning it." She said, apologizing to James. He smiled at hugged his mom. "It's okay, mommy. I still love you." He said, squeezing her waist.
The little boy slowly changed into his white t-shirt and black vest, brushing lint off of it. He slipped on some black jeans and gray sneakers. He looked into his mirror and smiled at himself.
"Who's hot?" he asked his reflection. "You are."
He spent about twenty minutes talking to his reflection, and then he ate a peanut butter granola bar. He couldn't wait to see all the pretty girls, make new friends, and show off his hotness.
Some boys did not want to go to school at all. One of those kids was a boy named Kendall Knight. He was sleeping in his bed, not wanting to wake up at all. He really did not want to go to school. He thought he was too smart. Even though he is smart, he still needed school.
"Kendall, wake up." His mother said, shaking him.
Kendall groaned. "No…" he said, covering his ears. He then thought of a great idea. He was going to fake sick. The little boy began to fake cough and groaned weakly. "I don't feel good." he said, rubbing his stomach.
"Oh, let me take your temperature." His mother said, walking into the kitchen. Kendall started to drift back to sleep. About five minutes later, Mrs. Knight walked back into his room with a long stick and some medicine. "Kendall," she whispered. He opened his eyes and groaned.
"Open your mouth." His mom said. He slowly opened his mouth and she stuck the thermometer under his tongue. He was normal. "You're fine. Take this medicine, just in case." She poured the sticky liquid onto a big spoon. "No!" he screamed, jumping out of his bed.
Kendall jumped onto his dresser and covered his mouth. "NO!" he repeatedly screamed. "I was lying! I feel good!" Mrs. Knight put down the medicine and put her hands on her hips. "Why were you lying to me?" she asked sternly. Kendall sighed. "I don't wanna go to school." He mumbled, crossing his arms and looking away from his angry mother.
"Well, just change. I made you dinosaur shaped pancakes." She said. Kendall smiled and jumped off his dresser and found some clothes. He doesn't care his clothes unless it for a special occasion and school is definitely NOT a special occasion.
It was now eight and little Carlos was just waking up. He stretched, yawned, and put his helmet on. He loved his helmet because it kept him safe. He fell a lot, so it was good for him. His helmet was a light blue with yellow stripes. He dug into his dresser and grabbed a red shirt with several stains on them, and some black shorts. He didn't care it was raining.
By the time he made it to the kitchen, it was 8:07 and he was about to leave. He grabbed a strawberry poptart and walked outside, with no umbrella or coat at all. Carlos didn't care about anything really. He was young and happy and that is all what matters to young Carlos.
On his way to school, he hummed his favorite song, Thriller by Michael Jackson. Michael Jackson was his idol. He thought he was so cool. Carlos knew his way to the school by heart, because over the summer be would ride his bike there with his papi.
He saw the red brick building and frowned. He didn't like school because he hated learning and it wasted his precious time to be playing or smashing his head into things. "I hope I make friendsth." He said. Carlos has a lisp because he had lost his two front teeth when he was learning how to ride his bike without training wheels. It was worth it now because he thought he had a cool voice and he could ride a bike like a big boy. The little boy walked to the front of the school and knocked. He didn't know that it wasn't locked. He didn't want to break in and go to jail.
A young woman who was in her late twenties opened the door for Carlos. She had short, dark brown hair and freckles. "The door was unlocked." She said, smiling at him. He smiled at her. "Oh, I didn't know. I'm sthorry." he hugged her.
Logan was the first one in the classroom and he was very nervous. He hoped he wouldn't be bullied or hurt. Even if he was, he wouldn't care because his favorite saying is, 'Sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me'. He started to daydream about math problems until he heard the door open. He turned around and saw a boy wearing a helmet.
He smiled at Logan. Logan smiled back nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. "H-Hi, I'm Logan Mitchell. What's your name?" he asked, tapping his foot.
"Carlosth Garcthica" he said, smiling bigger. Logan tilted his head to the side. "Why is your voice like that?" he asked, trying not to sound mean. Carlos giggled and started to explain why his teeth were missing. "When I wasth trying to ride a two wheeler bike, I fell on my facthe and then my teeth fell out. That'sth why my voicthe soundsth like that."
Logan was amazed. He never met someone who had lost their teeth OR knew how to ride a two wheeler bike. "That's so cool! I only know how to be smart." He said, crossing his arms.
Finally, everyone was in the class. There were a total of 15 kids in the class. In the classroom, there were high-pitched squeals and voices coming from every part of the room. It was a small class, but it definitely crowded the room.
"Everyone please quiet down." The teacher said. She had short, curly brown hair and was in her mid-forties. At that instant, the room was silent and all you could hear are coughs or yawns. "I am Mrs. Morgan, and I am your teacher." She said, smiling sweetly at her class. There were tiny whispers coming from the corner of the room. "Please, no talking when I am."
"Now, we are going to go over the rules." Mrs. Morgan said. Carlos groaned. "BOO! Rulesth are dumb!" he crossed his arms and pouted. The teacher looked at him and smiled weakly. "Rules are important, Carlos." She said.
The helmet wearing boy gasped. "How do you know my name?" he asked, shocked and scared. She shut her eyes and her smile faded, but she tried to put her smile on again. "Well," she said. "When your parents signed you up for school, they told me your name and showed me a picture." Carlos sighed in relief. "Good! I thought you were gonna be like sthome weirdo!" he said happily. "Um, okay then. Now on with the rules."
Do not talk when someone else is talking unless you have permission.
Do not leave the room without permission.
Keep hands, feet and objects to yourself.
Raise your hand to speak
Turn in homework the day it's due unless you have a note from a parent.
"Those rules seem easy." Kendall said, smiling. "Great, now we are going to do a project. This project is fun and easy, so don't worry." Mrs. Morgan said, passing out colored construction paper and safety scissors to everyone. "Do not use your scissors yet."
On the chalkboard, she set up a big piece of paper, which was about two and a half feet tall. She picked up a black marker and wrote, "Our New Shapes" on the top of it. "Okay kids, what I want you to do are cut out a random shape. It cannot be a shape that is real like a square, triangle or circle. When you are finished, give me your shape."
The kindergarteners began cutting, creating shapes that looked like… nothing. Mrs. Morgan walked around the room to make sure that they were making up their own shapes. Some kids were cutting triangles and circles, but she told them to cut it differently. About fifteen minutes later, every kid was finished cutting their new shape.
Mrs. Morgan smiled at all the shapes. Some were bland, some were crazy and some were even tiny but she loved all of them. "Okay, I want you to name your shape. If you need help writing a word, please rain your hand and tell me." She said. The kids took out their pencils and began writing. Some didn't even make sense.
Three girls had the same shape and named it the same name which was 'Jennifer'. Those were their names too. You could already tell they have been friends since they were younger. They all walked up to their teacher at the same time. "Mrs. Morgan," said a tan girl with dark, curly hair who was named Jennifer. "We finished our shapes." Said a blonde girl, who was also named Jennifer. "Do you like them?" said ANOTHER Jennifer with dark hair.
Mrs. Morgan took their shapes. "Well, I like them but they are identical." She said. The Jennifer's looked confused. "What does identical mean?" said the blonde Jennifer. "It means they look exactly the same." Said Mrs. Morgan. She picked up a bottle of glue and squeezed a drop of glue onto each of their shapes and pasted it onto the board. The little girls smiled and walked back to their seats.
Later, it was time for math.
Mrs. Morgan passed out math worksheets to everyone. "I want you guys to finish this in at least twenty minutes. When you finish, you may color in the butterfly with crayons or markers." She said, walking back to her desk. The math on the page was simple addition, but some kids couldn't seem the figure out some of the problems, including James and Carlos.
"I don't get it!" James said, throwing his fists onto the desk. He was stuck on number one and the equation was 3 + 3. The pretty boy crossed his arms, confused and frustrated. Logan was sitting next to James, and he was almost finished with the worksheet. "Um… James?" he whispered to James, tapping his fingers on the table. James looked at the smaller boy and raised an eyebrow. "What?" he snapped, starring at Logan. Logan swallowed.
"Well… do you know how to count to 10?" he asked James. James rolled his eyes. "Duh! I can even count without my fingers!" he said, looking Logan dead in the eye. The smaller boy looked down at the floor. "Well, count to three on your f-fingers." He explained whispering. James raised three fingers on his left hand. "Now, put three more fingers." Logan said to him, feeling less afraid. James raised three more fingers, feeling confused.
"You see, addition is when you add. So you just did three plus three." Logan explained. James smiled at Logan. "So if I had two fingers, then added three fingers, that would be two plus three? And the answer would be five fingers?" he asked, smiling. Logan smiled back at James. "Yes! You're good at math!" James smiled and wrapped his arms around Logan, hugging him. "You're my new best friend."
Logan blushed, because he had never had a friend before. Not even a best friend. "Can you be my best friend?" he asked James. "Duh!" James replied, smiling. They continued to do their work, and color in the butterfly.
After Carlos finished his worksheet, he began to color in the butterfly. "Butterfliesth are stho girly!" he shouted. Someone tapped his shoulder and it was Kendall. "You can make your butterfly look cool if you color it like mine." He said. His butterfly was black, brown and red. "But don't copy me." Carlos crossed his arms. "Butterfliesth are girly." Kendall went back to his coloring. Carlos took a black crayon and colored the wings black. Kendall accidentally bumped his elbow on Carlos' arm and it messed up his coloring.
"Hey!" Carlos yelled. "You messth it up!" he pointed to his drawing and there was black going onto the pattern of the butterfly which he was going to color orange. "You're stho mean! I'm telling!" he shouted. Kendall gasped. "No! It was an attacent! (accident)" Kendall begged and pleaded for Carlos not to tell. He didn't want to get in trouble on his first day of school. Carlos sighed. "Fine! But don't do it ever again or I will tell!" Kendall nodded and went back to his coloring.
"I wanna be your friend." Kendall said, smiling. Carlos looked at him and bit his lip. "I don't know… you messthed up my coloring." He said, coloring in the pattern on the butterfly. Kendall frowned and tears formed in his eyes. "Please… I said sorry!" he folded his hands together and dropped to his knees. "I'm begging on my knees! Please, Carlos!
Carlos giggled. "I was kidding. We can be friends." He said. Kendall smiled and sat on his chair. "Yay! We're going to be friends forever!" he cried.
It was the end of the day and it was time to go home. "It's 12:25 and it's time to go home now." Said Mrs. Morgan, smiling. Some kids boo'd and some kids cheered. They all got their backpacks and lined up by the door. "When the bell rings, you are dismissed."
"What does dismissed mean?" asked the blonde Jennifer. Mrs. Morgan smiled at her cuteness. "It means you can leave.
The bell rang and on the way out of the class. James stopped Logan from walking and pushed him out of line. "Can I have your phone number?" he asked politely. Logan started to sweat. He didn't know his phone number. If he told James, he might make fun of him. But then again, sticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt me. "Um, I'll write it down on a paper and give it to you tomorrow." He said. James smiled. "Okay!"