Sam x Colby one shots

Twenty-one Questions

"Alright class, today we will be starting the book To Kill A Mockingbird." The teacher states as she strolls around the classroom. "Due to parent complaints about some of the words said in the book I will be reading this story to you, so all you have to do is follow along." The teacher explains before stopping at the back of the classroom and sitting comfortably on a table. "Please open up to the first page.

"When he was nearly thirteen, my brother Jem got his arm badly broken at the elbow. When it healed, and Jem's fears of never being able to..." I zone out as the teacher drones on reading the book I've read nearly a hundred times before when suddenly an idea popped into my head.

I tear the corner off a piece of lined paper in my notebook and write the word "Hello?" on it before sticking it in the book. The rest of the class period is annoyingly boring.

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The next day when I sit at my desk I eagerly open up the book to the piece of paper I left. Written in completely different handwriting, it says "Hi."

I smile at the simple two letters before writing down "Wanna play 20 questions." and stuffing it back in the book as I tune back into what the teachers saying.

"Please open up to page forty-three, chapter four." She says. After waiting a minute or two she begins reading "The remainder of my school days were no more auspicious than the first. Indeed..." But I begin to zone out trying to imagine the person who replied to my note. Two letters aren't enough to tell if its a male or female on the other side of the note.

Soon seconds turn into minutes and minutes turn into almost a full hour. The bell ringings relieving me of the torture of sitting through this book for the fourth time.

It was an amazing book the first time I read it. Now it's lost its edge.

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I bolt into the classroom as quickly as I can and pull the door shut behind me trying my best to not get caught by the people chasing me. The teacher gives me a questioning look but I just ignore her and walk to my seat. I open the book as more people file into the room. I read the handwriting on the note, "Sure, favorite color?" I smile feeling better after earlier incidents.

"Probably blue, urs?" I reply before putting the not back into the book.

"Please open up to page sixty-seven, chapter six." The teacher says. "Yes," Said our father, when Jem asked him if we could go over and sit by Miss Rachel's fishpool with Dill, as this was his..." I zone out as I begin to fall asleep on my desk.

I'm shocked awake by the sound of a bell ringing. I quickly grab my backpack and cautiously leave the classroom.

As I'm quickly walking to the next room I'm stopped by the last person I wanted to see.

"Hey there." He says with an evil look in his eyes.

"Leave me alone." I grumble as I try to walk past him. He blocks my path with his body and his friends.

"Now why would I do that?" He asks as he pushes a strand of blond hair out of his eyes.

"I need to get to class." I say as I attempt to walk past again.

"I don't think so, fag." He says as his friends come closer to me.

I begin cowering away, painfully aware of what is next to come.

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I walk into the English classroom as I get a concerned look from the teacher as she eyes the large bruise on my cheek. I just shake my head as I sit down in my seat.