the best accidents of my life 3

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PoV Will
"Billi, this is a bad idea", I whispered in our second week of school.

Schmebulog was holding onto my hand and walking to school next to me.

We had picked him up in the forest and I had to give up my favorite butterflies in the garden so Bill could prove to Mister I forgot his name again that gnomes existed.

When we entered the class room everyone was staring.

"Schmebulog!", the gnome cried in shock.

The kids jumped up and tried to touch him, which must've scared the little guy, because he started running along the walls and crying out his name.

Suddenly the door opened. Schmebulog saw his chance to escape and jumped...

Right into Mister Valentinos face. Valentino, that was his name.

He cried out in shock and dropped his folder.

"Schmebulog, come here!", Bill yelled.

I grabbed his hand and shook my head, then I moved forward and said very softly:

"Schmebu, please come down. I know you're scared and that's okay, just take a deep breath."

He climbed down our teacher and into my arms.

I cuddles the gnome carefully.

"Who brought this thing inside?!", Mister Valentino asked angrily.

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"You brought a gnome to school", Ford huffed.

Dad was at work, so Ford was picking us and Schmebulog up.

We had been suspended for the day.

I was so close to crying.

"Mister Fartface said gnomes wouldn't exist!", Bill tried to defend us.

"The townsfolk don't understand the magical creatures of the forest, I told you that. What do you want to bring next, a Gremloblin?!", Ford scolded him.

"Nice idea", Bill grumbled while I sniffed.

"I'm sorry", I brought out.

"Hey. Look at me, kid. It's okay. Now lets get the gnome home.", my uncle adjusted his mirror and smiled at md through it.

~a few days later~

"Your lunch looks horrible. ", a guy told me at lunch break.

"Your mom must be a really bad cook.", he then added, laughing.

I blinked, then I said: "Don't have one."

"What? Sorry, I didn't understand your whining.", the boy chuckled.

"I don't have a mom!", I cried out, feeling helpless.

Bill was sick today.

"Why, did she abandon you when she saw your ugly face?", the boy laughed.

"Leave him alone, Kevin.", another boy suddenly said.

The Kevin guy huffed, but left me alone anyway.

Then the other boy sat down at my table.

"Hi! I'm Tad! And you are?", he smiled.

"William.", I answered.

"Don't mind Kevin. He's just and asshole.", Tad chuckled.

"Are we friends now?" , I blurted out.

"I mean, sure! I love making friends.", Tad replied.

I blushed.

Tad and I talked a lot.

Sadly, he got along with Bill so well, I started feeling left out a lot. Of course. Bill was so cool. And I wasn't.

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