Pete was not happy.
His Mom and Dad were happy. Hillary was happy. Andrew was happy.
The boy standing between his Mom and Dad did not look happy at all. He looked like he was about to burst into tears.
Pete thought he was funny looking.
"So, this is Patrick. He's seven." Pete's Mom introduced.
"Like you Pete!" Hillary grinned, holding up seven of her chubby, five-year-old fingers.
Pete didn't want to have anything in common with this boy.
Pete's Dad smiled at the three. "Yep, just like Peter. Now, you three are going to be very nice to Patrick, okay?"
Pete wasn't listening, instead he was watching the boy, and the way he was holding his Mom's hand as if his life depended on it.
"Now, you three can head to bed for now, alright?"
"But Patrick gets to stay up!" Hillary whined.
"Doesn't matter. Go to bed now."
Hillary and Andrew walked up the stairs to head to bed, but Pete didn't move.
"Peter, go to bed please."
Pete took a few steps towards the boy. "You look funny."
"Peter!" Pete's father scolded.
The boy's bottom lip trembled and he gripped Pete's mother's hand even tighter.
"Why do you look like you're going to cry?" Pete asked.
The boy started crying.
"Bed, Peter. NOW!" Pete's father sounds angry.
Pete scowled before trudging his way up the steps to the bedroom.Pete was not happy.
His Mom and Dad were happy. Hillary was happy. Andrew was happy.
The boy standing between his Mom and Dad did not look happy at all. He looked like he was about to burst into tears.
Pete thought he was funny looking.
"So, this is Patrick. He's seven." Pete's Mom introduced.
"Like you Pete!" Hillary grinned, holding up seven of her chubby, five-year-old fingers.
Pete didn't want to have anything in common with this boy.
Pete's Dad smiled at the three. "Yep, just like Peter. Now, you three are going to be very nice to Patrick, okay?"
Pete wasn't listening, instead he was watching the boy, and the way he was holding his Mom's hand as if his life depended on it.
"Now, you three can head to bed for now, alright?"
"But Patrick gets to stay up!" Hillary whined.
"Doesn't matter. Go to bed now."
Hillary and Andrew walked up the stairs to head to bed, but Pete didn't move.
"Peter, go to bed please."
Pete took a few steps towards the boy. "You look funny."
"Peter!" Pete's father scolded.
The boy's bottom lip trembled and he gripped Pete's mother's hand even tighter.
"Why do you look like you're going to cry?" Pete asked.
The boy started crying.
"Bed, Peter. NOW!" Pete's father sounds angry.
Pete scowled before trudging his way up the steps to the bedroom.
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Troubled Soul || Fall Out Boy
Fanfiction"So why doesn't he go to school?" Andy asked. "I think he's just too weird." Pete replied. Pete's parents have a new kid. A weird kid. A kid who always looks likes he's going to cry and walks funny. A foster kid. Pete doesn't like him. Not at all.
