So, I keep hearing these cute stories about two kids being like 'We're going to get married someday!' So I thought, why not?
The FTRS Crew is 5.
Gilly's POV
It's time for class at FTRS again. FTRS stand for Fairytale Reform School. I was sent here because I 'couldn't behave' in a regular school. The rest of my friends also 'couldn't behave'. FTRS has another school too, but that one is for older kids. At least, that's what I heard. I also was told that it's for kids who have committed crimes though. Maybe it's for both, or neither.
I sit down on the rug and stare up at my teacher. She's very tall, with red hair, blue eyes, and a nice smile. One time I told her that she was pretty (Kids are so sweet when they say stuff like that! It's so cute!). She laughed, then thanked me. It wasn't a mean laugh, it was one of those laughs that makes you feel all warm inside. My teacher is very kind.
After all my classmates arrive, I expect the teacher to start the lesson, as usual. Instead, she walks out the door and comes back a moment later with a boy about my age. He's staring at his feet, and I can't see his eyes. I do notice that his hair is the color of corn. A nice shade of golden yellow.
"Class, this is Jaxon Porter. He's a new student here. Please be kind to him." My teacher says.
I nod. She introduced all of us this way when we first got here. I was always happy to see new people. I was five after all, the perfect age to make friends because I didn't really feel awkward talking to people.
Later, when we got free time, I walked over to the boy. I noticed that his shoulders were shaking slightly. He must be crying.
"Hello. I'm Gilly Cobbler. Are you alright?" I ask, trying to be quiet. I don't want the other kids to notice that he's crying. The last time I cried in class, everyone stared at me. I felt like a child, even though I was a big girl. I was five years old, that's practically almost ten!
"I'm fine." The boy sniffs, trying to wipe away his tears without me seeing. I saw, of course, but I didn't say anything.
The boy finally looked up at me and I gasped. After I gasped, I slapped a hand over my mouth. I did not mean to do that. Now the boy looks sad!
His eyes are a violet color. I'd never seen purple eyes before. They looked so pretty.
"Your eyes are really pretty." I say, hoping to cheer the boy up. It was true too.
"Thanks." He almost whispers.
I stare at him for another moment before offering him a tissue I had grabbed from a nearby table on my way over.
"I thought you might want this. Do you have a nickname?" I ask as he takes the tissue.
"Jax." The boy says, blowing his nose.
"Well, I just found some new crayons in the cabinet. Would you like to color a picture with me?" I ask, holding out my hand.
The boy hesitated for a moment before he slowly takes my hand. I lead him over to a table and pull out some pieces of paper and the crayons I found.
"What do we draw?" Jax asks.
"Anything we want." I say, smiling at him.
"Anything?"
"Anything."
A few minutes later, I look over at his paper and see a picture that looks just like me!
"Wow. You're really good at drawing." I say, staring at the colors. Brown hair and eyes, freckles, and a small ponytail. He only drew my head and it looks exactly like me!
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FTRS one shots and short stories
FanfictionFTRS characters in one shots and short stories. These characters are Jen Calonita's (except for Kit, she is my character). She is an amazing author, I love her books. This is my first book, please no cursing in the comments. Started: December 1st 20...