\\-𝒜𝓁𝓌𝒶𝓎𝓈 𝒞𝑜𝓃𝓃𝑒𝒸𝓉𝑒𝒹-// [ℕ𝕠𝕒𝕙 𝕩 𝕄𝕚𝕔𝕙𝕒𝕖𝕝 𝔽𝕒𝕟𝔽𝕚𝕔]

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟩: 𝒴𝑒𝒶𝓇𝓈 𝒢𝑜 𝐵𝓎 (𝒩𝑜𝒶𝒽'𝓈 𝒫𝒪𝒱)

[Warnings!: Bullying, Period-Typical Homophobia, The F-slur, period-typical racism] 

September 16th, 1971 

        Noah sat on the floor of his room, staring at the wall, his babysitter locked him in his room after he asked too many questions about dinosaurs. He sighed, holding his plushie and messing with his bracelet, his parents had left the house early that week so he just sat there...waiting for them to come home. The small boy slowly got up when he heard a car approaching and the loud sound of his babysitter running down the hallway to unlock the door, "You say a word about this, you're dead," She said, the small boy running past her to the door, waiting as his parents walked through with a small pink blanket. Noah stood on his tiptoes, trying to look at it, "What's that?" He asked. Olivia smiled softly, moving the blanket to reveal a sleeping baby, "This is your sister..." She said. Noah looked at the sleeping baby, a small tuft of orange hair atop her head, "She's tiny" He said. 

       Olivia smiled, "Her name's Cynthia..." She told her son. Noah tapped his chin, "C-Cinn...I'll call her Cin!" He exclaimed. Liam walked over, ruffling his son's hair, "Why don't you get to bed," He leaned down, kissing Noah's forehead before sending the small boy off. Noah giggled, going to his room, getting on his favourite dinosaur pajamas, and turning on his dinosaur lamp, before grabbing his knitted dinosaur blanket and getting into bed, snuggling his dinosaur plushie. He yawned, turning to his lamp, a picture of him and Michael resting on the nightstand, the two boys sitting in Michael's garden, wearing their matching flower crowns. He sighed, already missing his friend but he just snuggled his plushie and went to bed. 

September 20th, 1971 

    Noah sat at the dining table, his mother gently brushing his hair, softly singing in Spanish. His father was in the kitchen, making his little sister's bottle. He giggled as the brush ran through his soft red locks, pushing it back. Cindy lay on her little mat, trying to roll around. Liam walked over with Cindy's bottle, gently picking up the baby and feeding her, leaning down and kissing Noah's forehead, before kissing his wife and handing her the baby, "I have to get to work...have a good day you two" He ruffled his son's hair and grabbed his work supplies before leaving. Olivia smiled softly, helping Noah with his backpack and tying his shoes for him, "Noah...mi niño...look at mama..." She cupped his face, "You're gonna be on your best behaviour for your new teacher..right?" She asked. The small boy nodded, "Of course mama!" He giggled as his mother put Cindy in her stroller, slipped on her shoes, and took his hand, walking him outside. 

     The small boy walked with his mother to school, slowly approaching the building. He looked up in awe, holding onto his backpack as his mother pressed a quick kiss to his forehead, "Have a good day mijo..." She pats his head before sending him off. Noah walked into school, holding his plain green backpack with dinosaur pins all over it and a keychain holding his bracelet that matched Michael's. He paused when he thought about his friend who was hundreds of miles away....he missed him so much...maybe he'd write a letter when he got home. Rejuvenated by the after-school activity he had just planned, he skipped to his classroom. 

      He pushed open the classroom door, his eyes wide as he looked around excitedly. A few kids looked at him, whispering to each other. Noah looked to the side, his teacher standing there with a warm smile, "Welcome...you must be little Noah Carter" She smiled, holding out her hand, "I'm Ms. Ella, welcome to the class...you're gonna sit at the red table...and you can set your things here," She walked the small boy over to his cubby, for him to set his stuff in, before leading him to the table. Noah sat down, looking at the other kids who sat at the table. There were two girls and one other boy, he was gonna introduce himself but the teacher started her introductions.