It's a headcanon of mine that Omegas, in times of distress, chirp or make some sort of high-pitched noise to signal their discomfort to familiar Alphas. Kinda like a chick when it's hungry and what-not. : (Also, how can you not squee over a chirping Canada?)

As he fell into the woodchips, Matthew began sniffling, tears welling up in his eyes. He began whimpering, making a chirp-like sound as he hic-upped.

The two boys who'd pushed him down looked at him with queer looks on their faces and then laughed. "Is poor Mattie calling for help?" they teased. "Does little baby Omega want his mommy to come help him?"

The tears began falling and the chirping grew in pitch as Matthew became more distressed.

The playground they were on was fairly large, but surely had the teachers been paying attention, they would have noticed the distressed chirping of an Omega and gone to look for the child. But as usual, the teachers were huddled together, gossiping about the ladies working in the front office and the other faculty in general.

"You're mommy's not here to hear you, stupid!" The first boy sneered. "So quit that stupid noise."

The second boy, the one who'd pushed Matthew down, laughed. "Yeah. No-one's coming to help a stupid Omega like you!"

"Oh yeah?" A boy shouted from across the swing set.

The two boys looked up from pulling at Matthew's hair. They saw Alfred, blond, loud, and the Alpha twin brother of Matthew.

"What are ya doing to Mattie?" Alfred stomped over to the little group, fists curled and swinging at his side as he made himself look as mean as possible. He didn't wait for an answer as he pushed the two boys away from his brother. "What did he do to you? Huh?"

The two boys regained their balance after being pushed. "He didn't have to do nothing! We wanted the swings and the stupid Omega was in the way." The first boy sneered.

"There's enough swings for everyone," Alfred countered as he placed himself between the boys and Matthew. "Why'd you push him down?"

Matthew's chirping had quieted, but he was still hic-upping and sniffling as he watched his brother deal with the bullies.

"He was in our swing," the second boy said defiantly.

Alfred clenched his fists again. "You coulda asked him to move, though! You didn't haveta push him!"

The boys scoffed. "Whatever. It's just a swing and he was in the way. He shouldn't be in the way of Alphas anyways. Stupid little Omegas like him shouldn't even have recess. They should be inside where they belong."

Alfred saw red. "Don't you say anything like that! Omegas are just like everyone else!" He raised his fist to hit one of the boys, but it was caught in mid-swing.

"That's enough, Alfred," Mr. Beilschmidt said.

Alfred looked up at his teacher. "B-But! They were being mean to Mattie! They pushed him down and were saying mean things!"

"And they will be punished properly, but you will not hit them. You will only get into trouble with them."

Mr. Ox was picking up Matthew from the ground, helping him brush off any woodchips that clung to his clothes. The blond boy clung to the teacher's pants leg after he stood up, too terrified to venture away.

Mr. Beilschmidt took the two boys and led them off to the principal's office as Mr. Ox took Matthew to the nurses to bandage up his scrapped palms. Alfred went with, not wanting to leave his brother alone in case he was still scared.

"It's alright Mattie," he said as they walked down the hallway. Mr. Ox was right behind them, smiling at the two brothers. "I won't let anyone else be mean to you. I don't think you're a stupid Omega. You're super smart and super cool!"

Matthew smiled shyly. "T-Thank you, Al."