Overcast [l.s.] [mpreg]

Chapter 1

H A R R Y

I sit at my table at school, coloring the page that my teacher had given me. She passed out the coloring pages to have kids stop talking, but she just made people talk even more. I sit here alone. Nobody ever talks to me and it makes me really sad. I told mamma that no one talks to me but every time I tell her she responds "it's because you are special baby." I don't like being special. I want a friend.

I look down at the princess that I'm coloring in and grab a blue crayon and color in her dress. While I colored, the room got louder. I turn my head looking at everyone hovering around this kid. He held up his drawing.

It was the exact picture that I was coloring in.

He didn't even try to color inside the lines. Yet, everyone is hovering around him like he just saved the world with coloring in the picture. I turn back around and sigh sadly. I finish coloring her dress. I pick up a yellow crayon and color in the sun. Why am I always left out of things?

It's because you are worthless. Why would anyone want to be friends with some one that is worthless.

I sniffle and wipe my nose not wanting anyone to know I'm crying, it's not like they are paying attention to me anyway.

I feel a tap on my shoulder, I turn my head startled I look up to see my teacher. She smiles sadly at me.

"Is this seat taken little one?" I shake my head no.

She sits down and watches me color. She turns to look at the other kids and back at me.

"Why are you here by yourself?" She asked me.

"Because no one wants to talk to me, they don't care that I'm left out."

"Why, that's not true who wouldn't want to spend time with you?" She asked confused.

"Apparently them, I wouldn't be sitting over here if they did." I said picking a different color for the castle.

"Hmm, I'll be right back." She patted my shoulder softly. I turn and see her whispering to a few kids. I hear what she says to them.

"Why don't you guys go hang out with Harry?" She asked as a suggestion. That hurt me so much. Watching them shake their heads no looking at me sitting alone saying "no it's okay," and turning away. I throw my crayon on the table and run to the bathroom. I open the door and go to the back. I sit on the floor and let every single tear out of my small 6 year old body.

No one will find me here. They won't even notice that I'm there in the classroom anyway. I hear a knock on the door. Well poop. My teacher opens the door and looks inside cautiously. She sighs.

"There you are." She crouches down and opens her arms pulling me into a hug. She rubs my back. "There are a lot of mean people in the world Harry, when I was your age, I was just like you. No one wanted to talk to me. Oh I hated those people, even if they didn't talk to me and I didn't know them personally. I hated them." I sit in her arms crying into her neck. Her comforting me made me even more venerable. She was the only one in the classroom that actually cared. Or was it that she was forced to care about me?

In life, I want people to want to get to know me. I want to be cared about. Not just by the older people in the kingdom, not my parents, not my teacher. I want a friend.

I want to play games with them. I want to talk about personal issues with them. I want to hang out with them all the time.

I want them to care for me. And I want to care for them too.

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Lmao sorry I haven't updated any of my stories in a while I have had a lot of school work to do and I had a major writers block so yeah...

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