A boy like him

Chapter one: 5

Marcel has never been know as anything but a baby. He's been told he cry's a lot and his eyes are always red; his nose stuffy. But he never let that bother him too much. Mainly because he has his allergy medication that helps with his stuffiness but also because he knows there is nothing wrong with crying every so often.

He is currently sitting in his mothers arms, staining her beautiful new blouse his father had bought for her before he left with his drool and snot and he knows his father would not be happy if he were to hear about his behavior.

Today is his fifth birthday and the first day of kindergarten which means the first day he will spend without his mom. What a day for fiords. He didn't understand why his mommy wanted to get rid of his so badly but he could see the desperation in her eyes that was mixed with tiredness and grief so he let her go with one last hug around her torso and a kiss to her cheek.

" Alright Marcy I have to go and I need you to be a big boy today and make some pictures for mommy to hang on the fridge at home okay? Can you do that for me? "  He could only muster up a small nod with his sobs blocking his vocal cords from making any real noises.

" Yes Mommy, I'll miss you though," he tried to suppress the urge to run back into her arms and cry some more since he knew she really had to get going.

" Yeah I got to go see you at home . Your father is picking you up".

His father? Harry hadn't seen his father in a few weeks. Not since he saw those big men in uniforms take him away. But he nevertheless, nodded his head and gave a final wave goodbye to his mother before she turned around and left without another word.

Marcel made his way to the seat that had his name inscribed on it in pink ink and doodled with pretty flowers that he recognizes as  roses . He thinks he really likes the color.  He wipes at his eyes with the sleeve of his superman tee shirt and sits down by himself slowly watching as the other kids start to pile in. He notices, as he watches, the plethora of girls he has in his class. He's never talk to a girl his age because before now he's only ever had his sister and mother to talk to but he heard that they had something called cooties which is something he probably doesn't want to get.

The next time he looks up, he is meet with the face of a rather bigger looking kid that is staring back at Marcel with mischief in his eyes. Marcel takes note on how this kid seemed to had brought two other kids, he assumed was friends, with him.

" Uh Hi, I'm Marcel , I'm five, and I live with my Mommy and baby Sister Amara" Marcel was taught to always tell people this line when he was in the presents of strangers and needed to find a way home. He figured it would be okay to use in this situation too.

" Marcel? What are you a girl? That's not a boys name" they boy yelled back and Marcel's smile dropped after that. " And you'r glasses make you look like a big stupid nerd" That made his friends laugh along with him but Marcel didn't see what was so funny.

" No I'm a boy. I have short hair and like superman, see" he said tugging on his tee shirt as if it was obvious that only boys like super heroes, " And it's rude to laugh at people".

This only made the older kid laugh harder.

" Man you must be really dumb. I'm a big kid and I can make you do whatever I want" he says as he grabs Marcel by the arm and throws him out of his seat and onto the cold tile floor. He yelps at the pain he feels in arm from the kid yanking him onto the floor and he can feel the similar sensation of tears bubbling up in his vision.

Marcel was about to yell out for the teachers help when he heard a loud, high pitched voice calling out.

" Get away from him Dash before I make you." The new voice demanded and Marcel rubbed at his eyes so he could get a better look at who his savior was and oh.