Gt oneshots

Startle

She came in wailing, "PLEASE D-DON'T LEAVE ME!!!" I sat on the carpet watching the pitiful affair with my classmates. Months after it became a requirement for at least one school in the district to be able to accommodate both humans and giants, no human had dared put their child into a school full of giants. Well, at least not in the elementary schools full of "dangerous" giant children with "no regard for human safety or self control." My school didn't have a single human until that day. "Don't stare," my teacher said sternly to us kindergarteners, of course, no one listened. It wasn't just her screaming that made the other children stare at her, but the fact that they very rarely got to see humans, this was a very special occasion. "Ma ma PLEASE! DON'T LEAVE MEEE!!!" It sounded more like screeching than actual words. The girl was dressed in a colorful, striped sweater and leggings, hair was done up in two coily puffs. "Baby, calm down," the girl's mother urged. Ms. Holton walked over to the pair, kneeling in front of them. She said something to the two that I couldn't hear, but I did see the mother put her hand to her daughter's cheek and speak quietly to her. The girl shook her head and wrapped her little arms around her mother's neck, who then stood up with her child in arms and stepped into Ms. Holton's hand.

"Now class, nothing to worry about, let's get back to the story." I didn't pay much attention to the read aloud. I stared with worry and curiosity at the human, she hugged her knees to her chest, wiping stray tears from her soft cheeks. Her sniffles weren't audible over the teacher reading about a tree and a greedy boy, the rest of the class, however, was completely indulged in the story. The human girl seemed to become interested too, after a while. She colored vigorously on a piece of paper and occasionally looked up at the pictures from her seat far from the rest of the class.

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At free time, I grabbed two containers of playdough. I felt nervous walking over to the human's isolated desk, but I continued my trek towards her. "Hi!" The girl lifted her head quickly, from her coloring project, "wanna play with me?" The girl stared at me blankly, save for the unmistakable look of panic in her eyes. I took a seat at the desk with her and began to open the playdough. The girl stood up slowly, flinching when I set my eyes back on her. Ouch. I tried to ignore how she cautiously backed away from me, the way her chest rose and fell rapidly. Her behavior made me regret going over there, "h-here you can play with some if you want," I placed a small ball of dough at her feet, she squeaked in response. Yeesh, I'd heard my parents say humans could be skittish, but the ones at my mom's workplace never acted the way this human did.

The girl continued to take steps back, she was nearing the edge of the table. "Hey, be careful, you could fall," I reached my hand out to her and-

"aaahhhhhhhh!" The girl screamed/screeched before I could even touch her. My hand was frozen in place, the other students stared at me.

Looking back, I can imagine what the display must've looked like, an innocent little human child screaming for the monstrous beast to spare her.

"Jamie!" Ms. Holton grabbed my wrist and yanked me harshly away from the human. "We don't touch others without their permission, especially not humans," she spoke sternly, "now apologize to Eleanor."

"But I didn't touch her!"

"Apologise"

I looked angrily at Eleanor, "sorry," I was not sorry, I hadn't done anything wrong. I was just making sure she didn't hurt herself. I made sure to give the human a glare as I was dragged off to the time out chair. Her eyes widened in fear, good.

I allowed my anger to bubble inside while I sat in timeout. I plotted my revenge in silence. I could stick her in a play dough container and close it, no one would know she was in there. That thought made me smile. I could set her on the floor, she would certainly cry about not wanting to be carried back onto the table... or I could step on her. I closed my eyes tightly and shook my head as if to shake the horrid idea from my mind. I thought about my options, but all of them sounded too cruel. By the end of the school day, I decided on simply ignoring her and sending mean looks every time she looked at me, at five years old that was enough for satisfactory revenge.

The next morning I saw Eleanor walk in with her mom again, her dark eyes scanned the room anxiously. Then she looked at me, my first instinct was to smile, to make her feel comfortable and welcome. But then I remembered my revenge plan and how I had to sit in timeout for the rest of free time because of her. I narrowed my eyes at her and she shrunk further behind her mom, little hands grasped her mother's pant leg. She clung to her mother and again climbed into Ms. Holton's hand, only this time her mom wasn't carrying her. Eleanor was set on the same desk as before and was handed a human sized piece of paper. She scribbled happily on the blank sheet, 'that's not fair, why does she get to color?' I watched her fluffy hair bounce as she hummed and nodded her head to the tune sourly. "Jamie, look up here please," I turned my head to the board where the teacher had written all sorts of punctuation symbols.

During free time, I squished playdough harshly into the table, rolled it into a ball and squashed it again. I looked up at Eleanor's desk to see her already staring at me, if her skin was pale enough I was sure it would've turned bright red, but it stayed a caramel color. I lowered my eyebrows at her as if to say 'I don't like you,' I expected her to widen her eyes and shrink back again, but she only tucked in her lips and looked down at her now very colorful sheet of paper. It was hard holding a grudge on someone so adorable and innocent looking.

Next time I looked at Eleanor's table, she was gone. I observed the empty desk in confusion and a slight frown appeared on my face. "J-Jamie?" The faintest voice called for me, first I looked behind me, and then to my left, and down. Eleanor stood right beside my feet, much too close for comfort. She shuffled her feet and took a deep breath, "I didn't mean to get you in trouble yesterday. W-when I yelled I was just scared." She held her hands which were previously hidden behind her back out towards me. "I-I-I," she had to take another deep breath before continuing, "I m-made this for you, so you wouldn't be mad at me anymore." She held a minuscule paper up to me, Eleanor shut her eyes tightly and turned her head away when I reached down to take it from her. I had to squint and hold the paper inches from my face to see what it said. The paper read:

'Sary Jamy' and was covered in different colored frowny faces. I slipped the paper into my pocket with a content smile, "I forgive you. And I'm sorry for trying to grab you."

"I-it's okay"

"You wanna play?" She looked reluctant but still nodded. I reached for her, causing her to stumble back a few steps. "Uh... sorry, do you mind if I pick you up?" Eleanor shook her head and with her eyes shut tightly, she allowed my fingers to delicately wrap around her. I had never held a human before, but I liked it. She felt warm and soft. After setting her on my desk, she blinked her eyes open and smiled. I tore off a piece of playdough small enough for her to manage and set it in front of her. "Thank you."