Description: When Sheldon moves to Dallas to attend a school for gifted children, the family struggles to cope with his absence. ——————————
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Principal: First off, I want to thank you both for coming. Mary: Yeah, yeah, what'd he do? Principal: Uh, he didn't do anything. George: Gosh, Tom, I want to believe you. Principal: Okay, the problem is, the curriculum here is not challenging enough for Sheldon. Now, he gets bored and maybe doesn't express himself in the most productive way. Mary: So you're saying he's being rude to his teachers? George: That's unacceptable. I'll-I'll give him a talkin' to. Principal: I don't know if I'd call him rude. Mary: Well, put a word on it. Principal: Rude, let's go with rude. Rude is good. George: So what do you want us to do? Principal: I want you to consider another approach to his education. George: Okay. Mary: What does that mean? Principal: I recently had a nice chat with the head of Wilmot Academy for Gifted Children. Now, I told her all about Sheldon, and she seemed to think he would be a perfect fit over there. Mary: We already looked into private school. We can't afford it. George: Not unless you're giving me a raise. Principal: I'm not. George: Okay, just checking. Principal: But I can tell you this. Wilmot has been known to give children like Sheldon full scholarship. Take a look at that. Mary: My goodness. George: No kidding. Principal: Yeah, just read up on it. Give it some thought. Mary: Hold on. This place is in Dallas, that's three hours away. Principal: Well, yeah, but, uh, what they do in cases like yours, they look for a local family for him to live with. And, George, Dallas? Dallas is certainly close enough that he can come home on the weekends. Mary: Look, we appreciate you going to bat for him, but he's just a wee little thing. We can't ship him off to Dallas. George: Shouldn't we talk about this first? Mary: What's there to talk about, George? George: This could be a great opportunity for Sheldon. Mary: He's nine years old. George: Oh, come on, you can't measure him in Earth years. Mary: You're saying he's an alien? Principal: Well, in George's defense, that idea has been tossed around... a little bit. That's a bad joke. Look, I understand this is a big decision. If you change your mind, give me a call. I'd be more than happy to set up an interview. George: Thank you. Principal: You bet. Mary: Thank you.
They stand up and each shake the principal's hand before they walk out the door. Once in the door way Mary turns around.
Mary: Maybe you all are the aliens.
George scoffs and looks at his boss nervously.
George: I love my job. ————————
Y/n walks into Georgie's room only to be immediately grabbed and spun around. She let out a squeal of surprise.
Y/n: Okay, okay. Put me down.
Complying, she was put down on the ground and she faced looked at Georgie.
Y/n: You're way too happy. What's going on? Georgie: He's going! Y/n: Who's going? Georgie: Sheldon?! Y/n: Really?! Where to? Georgie: Dallas! Y/n: Dallas?! Georgie: Yeah! Y/n: Why?! Georgie: Because he's too smart to be in a high school anymore! Y/n: Damn. Makes me feel small. Georgie: He always does, to everyone. Despite being a foot smaller than everyone. Y/n: He'll grow up to be pretty tall. Georgie: He'll grow up to be a wacko. Y/n: Hey, what'd we say about all the Sheldon slander. Georgie: Only if it's funny. Y/n: Mhmm. So be funnier or shush. Georgie: Your starting to sound like my Meemaw. Y/n: She's good to have a Saturday drink with.
Y/n shrugged, sitting down on the end of the bed.
Georgie: You hang out with my Meemaw?
He was met with an unfazed stair.
Georgie: You drink?! Y/n: Only on Saturdays! I quit Thursday after my brother caught me. I now do it out the house. Or in other cases, Saturday night bingo.
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The family now sat at the table with no Sheldon and it felt weird as well as awkward. Until Mary cleared her throat.
Mary: Right, let's say grace.
Georgie: Guess I get to hold hands with you now. George: Guess so.
George went to take ahold of his eldest sons hand and frowned.
George: Maybe Sheldon's mittens weren't such a bad idea. Mary: Thank you, God, for this food we are about to receive and for the nourishment of our bodies. And bless the hands that prepared it. And, God, we ask that you watch over our Sheldon... as he begins this wonderful new...
Multiple noises of complaint could be heard. Mary: -as he begins this wonderful new chapter in his life. Amen. The rest of the table: Amen.
Y/n: Well that wasn't awkward at all.
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Let's just say that Mary and George were not settling well to the newfound absence of Sheldon. Mary was convinced it was now not such a good idea and in which Connie had told it was and then admitted that she was only saying that because of her natural flair to go the other way to anything her daughter says. In turn leading to them to go and get Sheldon back. Georgie was not pleased.
Georgie: He was gone! I was so close to having peace! Y/n: Georgie I watched you voluntarily have a baseball bat smacked onto your head. I think Sheldon is the least of your problems. Georgie: I was wearing a helmet. And it's cute to see you obsess over my well being. Y/n: I will hang up this phone. Georgie: Why?
Connie: Hey! When you're done listen to my grandson yapping, I say we give black jack another go. Y/n: Sounds good! Georgie: Stop hanging out with my Meemaw!
Georgie was now not at all impressed with you either.
Y/n: Hey, I'll sneak you firecrackers into school on Monday. Would that cheer you up? George: Yeah, yeah whatever. Just make sure they ain't the gas station kind. Y/n: What kinda gas station you been into that sells firecrackers?
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Missy woke up to birds chirping and the sun peaking throw the curtains. Opening her eyes to face her twin brother's empty- scratch that- her twin brother in his bed.
Missy: You got my message!
She yelled before jumping onto her brother's bed in glee.
