The weekend flew by like it was no one's business.
And for Max, he supposes that's always a true statement.
Luna ignored him all weekend- which hurt significantly considering he tried his hardest to get her to have fun with him.
To her though, he wasn't trying at all.
A simple, 'you want to come play?' or 'you want to go get ice cream?'.
Was not him trying in the slightest.
And it wasn't like Luna was being difficult either.
She understood her father well enough to know he didn't actually wish to do these things with her. Like much of the tactics he tried- they were not out of pure pleasure for him, but more so to appear he was putting in an effort to spend time with her.
She has known this for quite some time now.
And it's been most recently that she decided enough was enough.
She was done giving him the satisfactory of accepting his half hearted attempts as anything more than just that.
Half hearted.
So when she went all weekend without eating more than two handful of cheerios she snuck out of the kitchen early Sunday before her father got up- she was beyond hungry as she entered Helen's classroom this morning for her first class of the day.
Sitting amongst the other students in class, Luna listens to their loud boisterous chattering with pain in her head and an ache in her stomach.
It had been growling unnecessarily loud since Friday and yet she refused at every turn to do anything about it with her father present.
"Good morning, everyone! Are we excited to finger paint today?! Because I am!" Helen announces as she begins doling out small square canvases to each student. "Today, I want us to finger paint our favorite animals the best we can. Alright? Mrs Jessup informed me that you will be going to the zoo on Friday- so- I thought it would be very fun to paint our favorite zoo animals."
As she gets to Luna, she hands her a canvas and notices the girl seems extremely warn down and tired.
"Are you alright, Luna?" Helen asks as she crouches beside her. She hears the girl's stomach go off loudly and the pained face the girl seems to make. "Did you miss breakfast?"
Luna refuses to sign and Helen sighs before heading to the front of the room to her desk, and pulls out a pack of saltine crackers. Going to the back, she hands them to Luna- but the poor girl refuses to take them.
"Do you need to go to the nurse, Sweetheart?" Shaking her head no, she simply puts her head down and ignores Helen for the remainder of the class.
But Helen finds it extremely hard to ignore her.
Mostly because over the soft playing music, the entire class kept hear Luna's stomach rumble and growl loudly.
"Sounds like my lion!" John bursts as he shows his finger painted orange and yellow lion head.
"Sounds like my Daddy on the toilet." Sophia chimes in and everyone laughs.
"Let's just focus on our paintings- alright?" Helen tries to refocus them- but it's not enough. With each grumble of Luna's stomach, the students of the pre-K class decide that they need to make nasty comment after nasty comment about Luna's empty pleading tummy.
Knowing the unwanted attention is making things worse, Helen walks to the back of the room and scoops Luna up without a second thought of if this is an appropriate thing a teacher should do. The girl wraps her legs around Helen's waist, as her teacher pokes her head into Jessup's room and asks for her to watch her students- while she takes Luna to the nurse.
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Intertwined
Fanfiction****Alternate Universe: New Amsterdam*** Helen Sharpe has been trying her best to simply keep her head above water. As a single mother of two teenage boys: she has to do all she can to not only keep them from burning their world down, but also find...
