Slippery

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Wattpad being mean right now, so... I was gonna do a dedication to this chapter... Gabbie396

ONTO DA STORYYYY :P

"Hello? Miss?" Johnny cutely waved his hand in front of his teacher's face. Maybe I should go to the nurse?

Johnny headed to the bathroom, and knocked on the door, "Gummy, give me 10-ish minutes, I gotta head to the nurses office." Getting a faint okay in response, he left the classroom, and went to the nurses office.

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"Hey buddy, are you lost?" a teacher stopped Johnny on his way to the nurses office, conveniently it's in the main office, maybe I could ask if Pony can come on the way there?  "You okay kid?" 

Johnny snapped back into reality by that, "Sorry, I'm heading to the main office, er, the nurses room, my teacher, Ms. Snickumbs seems frozen." being unfazed, Johnny not really knowing that is bad, still learning some things, he skips to the main office. 

Getting captivated on all of the colorful tiles, and the different tiles on the wall, having a different design from previous students, Johnny almost passes the main office. He went in front of the door, and knocked, "Come in." he heard his principal, Mr. Jackson, say.

Mr. Jackson looked up, and noticed Johnny, "Hello Johnny, what can I do for you?"

Johnny, feeling shy at first, tried to calm down. He took a deep breathe, "Can you call Ponyboy for me?" 

Mr. Jackson looked at Johnny, he noticed his stance was stiff. Does he need reassurance? then his mind went to Emi, or, maybe it's Esmeralda. His eyes softened, naturally, "Sure kid." Mr. Jackson turned towards the phone, and dialed the middle school's number, while Johnny went to the nurses room.

"Excuse me, Mr. Whyter?" he walked in, and saw him on the phone. Mr. Whyter put up a finger, signalling to Johnny one minute, "Okay, thank you, bye." he said to the phone.

"What can I do for you Johnny?" he asked.

"Whale, Ms. Snickumbs turned pale when I told her Emi was crying... now she seems frozen... I dunno what happened." Everyone in the school, including the teachers, know about Johnny, and Emi being siblings to Dallas, and Aaron, and since they're little kids, they hope they go onto the good lane, and not the lane their brothers are on, er were on really. Also, remember what I said about Johnny being more mature... whale, in some ways, he still doesn't get serious situations sometimes, but he gets most of them, or really, serious situations to little kids I guess.

Hearing Emi was crying, Mr. Whyter understood why Ms. Snickumbs turned pale. He, himself turned pale too. "I'm gonna head to your class alright?" Mr. Whyter stood up, and made a note for the kids, went to class B103, be right back.

"I gotta head to Mr. Jackson's first. I'll be there later."

"Alrighty then." Mr. Whyter said as he chuckled. He's cute, he thought. Mr. Whyter is glad Emi has someone like Johnny to watch over her. Mr. Whyter secretly hopes when they are older, that they stick, and are together. Weird, but when you see a cute pair, especially if they're young, you'd hope they'll be together, especially if they're good for each other (anyone know what I'm talking about? ... no? Ok, I'll let you keep reading).

Heading back to the classroom with Mr. Whyter, Johnny walked with a slight difference, mostly being captivated by the designs, "You know Johnny," Mr. Whyter started, "when you're in fifth grade, you get to make your own tile. You can put a design, or you can draw anything you want on it, as long as its school appropriate."

Johnny had a big grin on his face, when I'm older, I get to draw something ^.^

Upon arriving a tile with a book on it, Johnny realized its Ponyboy's. He's a really good drawer. "C'mon Johnny, we gotta check on your teacher." Comin' back to reality Johnny realized, oh no... how long since its been since I left Emi??? Johnny felt terrible, and started to run down the hallway. "Johnny be careful!" Mr. Whyter said. As Johnny turned back to look at the nurse, he slipped on water.

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