Wah! I dunno where this is going!! ^_^;; sorry, I just wanted to write an "L's past fic" , but it's harder then I assumed as I can't use his name!!
sweatdrop Anyways, it's not very good, but as I live in the UK I thought prehapse I should write a little from experiance! Anyways, here you go!
A memory from the Past
As all the new students for reception filed in to the class room, in the school based in southern England, one boy stood out from the others for clearly being the messiest child of all twenty of the brand new, smartly dressed, and optimistic pupils. His hair was wild and out of place, his shoelaces untied, his baggy trousers at least a size too big for him. His tattered school bag was meant for a teenager, and it obviously contained so much, it made the little boy hunch. His long sleeved t-shirt was holey and his face was dirty, his eye bruised with lack of sleep. As he stood in the line, the girls whispered about him, and the boys stared at him with suspicion. Not only did he look weird, but he also was foreign. Mothers twittered and tutted at the sight of the poorly looked after little boy who was standing alone with no parent to see him off, and he looked around nervously. Soon the mothers were told to leave by the reception teacher, and the students were told to sit at the seats where their name was written. Each of the four to five year olds ran to their allocated seats, looking proud of themselves as they found their names and sat down. But the only one left standing was the quiet scruffy boy, for no matter where he looked, his name was no where to be found. He looked timid and frowned as the teacher approached him, and spoke very loudly and very slowly to which the boy just stared.
"As you...live...in...England now... we thought...to help you settle in.... we'd give you...an easily...pronounceable...English name.... so that the students don't... call you... strange... names...in trying...to say...your real name..." She told him to which the little boy stared up at her, and after a few seconds replied.
"...I understand. I didn't consider my name was so uneasy to pronounce...I guess that is alright...if he helps me to settle in." He spoke fluent English. The teacher and students stared at the boy as if he were an alien having expected the boy to speak some Japanese jargon gobbly gook.
"O-oh! So you do speak English!" The teacher giggled nervously "Oh! That's very good! Okay!" She flushed and helped the little boy sit down in a seat which had the name "Steven" written in front of it. He stared at the English letters and read it aloud, feeling a little puzzled as it sounded nothing like his true name. He scratched his messy hair and removed his shoes, pulling his knees up to his chest and his feet up onto the plastic seat, and he began to suck his thumb. The little girl besides him sneered and scowled at him, pinching her nose.
"Eeeeeewww! Your feet smell! And you have fleas!" She stated watching him scratch his hair. The pale boy re-named Steven flushed and looked embarrassed, removing his hand from his hair to look down at the floor before replying.
"It is impossible for me to have fleas as I haven't got any pets, and where I live is very clean. Also, I've only been wearing my shoes for the time it took to get to this class room, and where I may have been nervous they shouldn't smell too much..." He explained and she stared at him.
"Your weird."
"........" Steven looked away and chewed on his thumb, it seemed no matter what he'd say he'd be replied with a childish statement of what he was, without any evidence or truth. He decided to ignore this girl.
"Right now class. I want you to come up and tell us a little bit about yourself while we go around the table. Tell us your name, age and favourite colour." The teacher suggested and slowly they came around to the newly named Steven and he replied quietly.
"My name is Steven. I am six-
There was a gasp and the boy looked around as something was obviously wrong. He blinked a couple of times in shock and the teacher left the classroom and people began whispering again to the boy's confusion.
"What?" He asked but no one replied until a blonde hair boy piped up.
"You're only supposed to be four years old to be here!" he told the dark haired boy
"No your not! I'm five!" A girl stated and with that other joined in, yelling their age, most of them just wanted to tell it to everyone, but all was quietened as the teacher returned looking nervous and flustered again.
"That's alright Steven. We're sorry, I was just a little shocked. In England, it is usually only four to five year olds that enter reception, but when your parents applied you were still young enough to be in the class. But, it's your birthday today, isn't it?" She said optimistically to the odd looking boy.
"Yes. I'm six today."
"Happy birthday!" She said as warmly as she could, but she could sense the boy didn't believe her sincerity.
"Thank you..."
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