"Ok, class! What's the answer to number six?" The teacher asked.
Nobody wanted to answer the question, as they either didn't know it, were too shy to answer it, or didn't even want to answer it.
"I'm just gonna call on someone." The teacher stated, making the class groan. "How about Timothy?"
"Uhh... the answer to number six is... seven?" Timothy spoke, not confident in his answer.
"That is correct!" The teacher smiled. "Why can't the rest of you be like Timothy? He pays attention."
"Shut the fuck up." Some kid mumbled.
"Daniel, grab your things and go to the front office. Now." The teacher demanded.
Timothy looked around. The teacher finished up the lesson and class ended. Everyone got their things and went to their next class. English time. The one class that Timothy was good at.
When he got to class, he took his seat and waited for the teacher to start the lesson. Once everyone was in and in their seats, the teacher took attendance and began the lesson. Class was surprisingly good. The teacher was in a good mood, the students seemed to be in a good mood, because everyone likes this teacher, and everyone was answering correctly. But when class ended, they all packed up and went to their next class.
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When school ended, everyone either got in their car, their parents' car, on the bus, to detention, or to their after school club. Timothy took the bus home. And when he got home, he went to his room, did his homework, and then did some organizing. But what he didn't expect was to shrink down and into a drawer and start drawer hopping. When he exited the drawers, he grew to his normal size and was startled. Maybe this could be useful at school.
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Over the course of the next week, Timothy has been using dis drawer hopping ability to organize the teachers' drawers for them. But one day before class, a teacher saw a drawer open and then quickly close. They opened it, seeing Timothy.
"Get out of the drawer, get your things, and go to the front office." The teacher told him.
Timothy got out of the drawer, grew to his normal size, and did what he was told to do. When he got to the front office, the principal questioned him, since Timothy was the student to never get into any trouble. When Timothy told the principal the truth, they called his parents, told them what happened, and then asked them to come pick him up. His parents soon arrived.
"I'm just gonna say this to you directly." The principal stated. "Due to his little gift here, we're sending Timothy away. There is a school for misfits just like him. This reminds me of the Jack incident... poor kid..."
"But he's our son! We'll just homeschool him! Don't make us send him away!" His mother exclaimed.
"I'm sorry, but sending him away is the best thing for him." The principal stated.
Timothy's parents were furious. How dare this person tell them that they're sending their child away. But the school security officers came in and escorted Timothy and his parents out.
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When they got back home, Timothy emptied his backpack of any stuff from his old school, but kept the nice stuff. He was told to pack up his things, as a person had showed up at the door. Timothy packed up and and brought his things downstairs, seeing the person there.
"Timothy, we love you very much and as much as we don't want this to happen, we have no choice to. We hope to see you again." His mother spoke, hugging him tightly. "I love you."
"We do love you very much, Timothy. We hope to see you again in the future." His father spoke, joining the hug. "I love you as well."
"I don't wanna leave!" Timothy cried, hugging his parents tightly. "I love you guys so much!"
But the person at the door grabbed Timothy's things and took them to their van. They went back for Timothy, taking him away from his parents. After he was taken and the door was shut and locked, his parents continued to cry their eyes out.
Timothy sat in the backseat of the van, crying. He was soon taken to the school and his things were put in a dorm room.
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School For the Gifted (DOORS Human AU)
FanfictionTimothy was just a normal boy at a normal school. He always liked to keep small compartments like his pencil bag and drawers organized. But one day, he found out that he could shrink down and hop from drawer to drawer. He got away with this for abou...