Kanna-sama: Something a little more innocent for me.

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Rating: K

Genre: General/Humor

Summary: Complete. Jacob, the rich snob at Woods Elementary, gets a lecture by May, a middle-class student. Drabble.

Notes/Warnings: Drabble one-shot

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Jacob was the single most annoying boy in the entire elementary that May Kinney went to. She didn’t even have to know his name when she spoke of him to other children. She only had to title him as “Snob Jacob” and everyone would know who he was. She herself made friends quickly unlike him, who had a tiny group that practically bullied the entire school. He didn’t care. He just wanted someone to be circled around him so he didn’t look like a loser.

And that really was the word he used when he discussed the topic.

At first, when others warned May of how horrid of a little boy he was, she hadn’t believed them. She had just transferred from a different state and a totally different school. She’d never been to a public school, having been home schooled kindergarten and first grade. It was on the second week of second grade at Woods Elementary that the rumors of rich little Jacob Hensley came to truth.

The day was warm for recess and miraculously, May had managed to get a ball. Having only spoken a bit to a few girls, she was sitting by herself bouncing the red ball against the wall. She was a pretty, flaxen-haired, blue-eyed girl, but small and appearing vulnerable to bully attacks (which was true.) It was no wonder that Jacob, coincidentally alone that day, picked her out as an easy victim for that recess.

The ball had hit the ball when suddenly two hands and arms reached out and caught it, pushing it against a chest that was covered with an expensive shirt that she suspected was from a catalog from New York or Paris. (She had never heard of the places or knew where they were, just that her teacher said that was where his mother ordered Jacob’s clothes. At the time, she had thought that it must be nice.)

Jacob eyed her with all the disgust that an eight-year-old could possess (which was quite a bit in his case) and then glanced at the ball. Smiling a bit nastily, he asked, “Is this your ball?”

Returning the smile uncertainly, she replied, “Yes. Can I have it back, please?” It was shocking that she, a small girl from a middle-class family, should have better manners than him.

“Have it back?” Jacob repeated with a shocked tone. “No! Why should I give it back? It’s my ball.”

“But...I got it from teacher fair and square. It’s my ball for recess.”

“No!” He snapped back at her again, hugging the ball and glaring at her menacingly. “All of those balls the teacher has are mine. I just let her give everyone else balls because I’m

nice.” He smiled smugly, as though stating the least obvious thing in the world. May continued to stare at him with a troubled expression, looking to the ball once and then returning her gaze to him.

After a moment, she wrinkled her face in an angered expression and said, “You are lying!” His jaw dropped and his face sufficed with a furious red that covered his entire face, his neck, and ears. He looked much like a lollipop, but of course May never considered that until later on.

“I am NOT lying! Teacher will spank you for that!”

“No, she won’t!” May protested, taking a step towards him, waving her tiny fist in the air. “You’re a liar and God doesn’t like liars! My mom tells me all about liars! They’re bad and go to you-know-where!”

“Shut up, stupid!” He released an arm from the ball and shoved her as hard as he could. For a moment, there was regret twisting at his insides as he watched those shining cerulean eyes widen as she stumbled back. She let out a startled cry of pain as she reached back with her arms to stop her fall. Her palms were scraped and then her elbows and the backs of her legs as her skirt was shoved up. There was shocked silence from both children as they realized what had just happened. Soon one of the aides would come and start asking questions and Jacob would get in trouble.

Idly, he bounced the ball and frowned down at her with a dark expression as tears began to well up in her eyes. He caught the ball and then simply left her sitting there with scraped skin and a wounded, confused ego. Almost as soon as he turned his back and was rushing off, May burst into loud tears, wailing and all. She rolled on the ground in anger that the wretched snob had taken her ball and pushed her down. Even when the aide came to her, she wailed and cried and continued on and on.

That day started a series of events in May’s public school experience that were nothing if not unpleasant.

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Winter was usually the time when it was easy for May to hide from Jacob and his irritating pack of wolves. After their first incident, there was another one the same day where May purposely got paint all over his expensive designer shirt. He hadn’t cried, but he yelled at her like no boy had yelled at a girl in class. He even said a few curse words that had his friends laughing, the students promising to remember them if they didn’t already know them, and the teacher gasping in horror. May had just stared at him, bug-eyed, but not upset. Her eyes had still been swollen from the earlier crying she’d performed.

In any case, at the end of January, somehow the snobbish boy had found her hidden in the snow, face up. She blended well with her thick white tights, fluffy white jacket, white dress, and white mittens, scarf, and hat. She was certain he found her by accident because he tripped right over her and fell face first into the snow. She sat up and shot him an angry look. She was beyond sick of the boy and wanted to kick him in the shins just for the fun of it! (Even if she had already done so before.)

“Why don’t you watch where I’m going?!” He snarled at her, getting to his feet and brushing himself off. Her mouth thinned to a tight line at his nicer clothing. How she wanted to shred it to pieces! “Stupid girl! Are you blind, too?”

“Shut up, Jacob!” She gave him a shove, but not enough to tip him over. “I’m sick of you!” He gaped at her, shocked by her words. “You think that just because your parents pick you up in a pretty car, just because you live in a big house with all the best toys and clothes, that you can treat everyone else like crud! Well, I’m sick of you being a snob!”

“A snob!” Jacob repeated in total outrage. “I am not – ”

“Yes, you are!” She interrupted, glaring at him. “All you do is flaunt your toys, clothes, and parents. All you do is talk about how cool your family, what cool vacations you guys go on! I have friends at least! All you have is bullies and toys. That’s not a lot of fun, Jacob! And if you keep taking things away from me because you’re richer than me, I swear to God I’ll kick you you-know-where, Jacob!” He opened his mouth, then closed it, frowning.

“Between my legs or in the shins?” He asked, truly puzzled.

“The first one.”

“Oh...You can’t do that!” He suddenly exploded.

“Yes, I can!” He cursed. “And stop cussing at me! Why don’t you go and cuss at someone else?”

“Because I don’t get as much of a reaction.” May stomped hard on his foot and he let out a howl of pain. “WHAT WAS THAT FOR?”

“For being mean! And I promise I’ll hurt you if you don’t stop being mean to people, Jacob!”

He stared after her as she stormed away, gawking a bit. When the pain subsided from his foot, he pouted and crossed his arms across his chest, slumping down in the snow. As he sulked, Jacob looked around him and felt his heart grow heavy with resentment and guilt. Kids were running around yelling and laughing with each other, playfully fighting or chasing each other. There was no “playing” when he fought or chased someone. When he yelled, he was angry, and when he laughed, he was happy, but because he was inflicting pain on someone else. Maybe it was because May had called him a ‘snob’ and made him realize how evil he was being to other kids, but he suddenly wanted to make it up. He’d been hunting after May especially.

He resolved to apologize and got to his feet and set out with a new set in mind.

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May smiled to herself as she reached inside her desk to get her pencil box. Ever since she shouted at Jacob, he’d let her be. Often, though, she would catch him watching her with a strange expression that a seven-year-old couldn’t possibly comprehend. When her fingers groped for the box, she found inside hard paper and she drew out a card that was a large valentine card. Her face lit up, seeing her handwriting printed on the front in messy handwriting. Promising to have her teacher read it to her before recess, she got out her pencil box to color.

When recess did come, she gathered her things and put them on and when all the other kids were outside, she went to the teacher and asked her to read it for her. “It’s from Jacob,” the teacher told her while May stared at her. “All it says is ‘I’m sorry. Be my Valentine.’” She smiled at May while the girl ran the words through her head over and over before nodding and taking the card, putting it in her backpack in her cubby. She padded outside and after putting her mittens on, searched for Jacob to thank him properly.

He’ll probably throw a snowball in my face, she thought to herself dimly.

Jacob was kneeling at the wall of the school making a rough structure with snow, seemingly in his own world. May stood in front of him, watching him for a while before sitting cross legged and helping him make what she had a feel was supposed to be a house. He shot her a frown and said, “No, no, no. You make the garage, I’ll make the house.” She blinked and stared across at him. He hesitated before attempted a small smile.

This time when May smiled, there was nothing uncertain about it.

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Kanna-sama: Not my usual kind of work, but I felt inspired to write about it and so, this is what I came up with. I realize, also, that it isn’t as good, but I saw no reason to detail this story. The emotions of children are not as complex as an adult’s. Please leave a review on your way out! It’d be much appreciated. Ciao!