pact promises

till there was you

CHAPTER ONE: something inside, that was always denied for so many years

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finn wolfhard, at a mere only five years old, had leaned pretty quickly that school sucked.

his mother had stuffed him in some stupid outfit, (that now was ripped but that's for later) and some how had managed to tame his messy hair into some sort of combed look.

he looked absolutely stupid if you asked him.

what kind of person subjects their child to this kind of embarrassment?

the boy practically meted to the floor in humiliation as his mother had smacked a loud kiss to his freckled cheek, tearing up as she finally walked him to the classroom.

he'd been forced to hold on to her hand, beet faced red with color, as she talked to the teacher before finally leaving.

finn had been glad at first to have to woman gone, but then he was all alone and soon the thought of her warm arms entrapping him seemed suddenly very appealing.

he remained alone at lunch, his shoes dangling in the air swinging them lightly as he snacked lightly on his sandwich. the peanut butter and jelly hardly tasting well, as the boy's stomach gave off a hard unappetizing churn.

the boy had sighed, pouting almost at the sad sight before him.

he had only wanted some friends. why was that so hard?

maybe if mom hadn't made me dress up, he thinks petulantly, entirely caught up in his own little world not even noticing until after a rush of food splattering on him.

hastily, finn tried to clean himself as best he could, but now there laid a big splotches on his pants and— "pee pee boy!" an obnoxious little kid screeched, laughing at the boys beet reddened cheeks.

and well now that's how he ended up now all alone once again at recess, rocking on the tips of his toes in the giant lonesome tire swing.

it wasn't fair. why'd he have to go to school anyways? he was sure there were plenty of people who grew to be smart without this place.

the five year olds lip quivered and for a second he wonders if his father is watching over him now.

missing him the same way he was him.

maybe he'll send and angel? finn wonders although it sounds more like a prayer in his head.

immersed in thought finn hadn't noticed a group of older boys in view, harsh faces twisting angrily at the sight of some little kid taking their spot. "hey kid!"

his neck cranes up, heart racing as the oldest boy comes waltzing up to him.

"do you like the swing?" the near fifth grader practically spits.

finn nods blindly, blood going cold at the sour look.

"that swing is ours, in fact this whole area is ours! why don't you go back and play with your baby friends."