Please Don't Ask Me To Smile
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wl_fanfictionTitle: Please Don't Ask Me To Smile
Author: desiredeffect
Summary: Ryan starts his elementary school days. Child!Ryan is so fun to write
Pairing(s): -- May lead to Ry/Col if I can be bothered continuing.
Rating: G
Author's notes: I was supposed to be writing the rest of Did It Hurt When You Hit The Ground?... But this got into my head and wouldn't leave. and then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
corliamat came a long and ENCOURAGED me to write it. What a devil woman. :D Blame it on her ^^
Disclaimer: Nothing! NOTHING!
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At age six, Ryan Stiles started elementary school. He didn’t really want to go, but managed to refrain from simply balling his eyes out (his father had properly given him the speech on acting like a grown up man now he was at school and boys simply don’t cry) as his mother lead him through the main entrance past creaky iron gates and on to the footpath, walking across the grounds towards the classrooms that housed the elementary school children.
His mother continued along the path, a resolute expression on her face as she marched, Ryan hurrying to keep up with her. Her sudden stop meaning that he almost ran headlong into her, his fingers still wrapped tightly around her hand. Glancing around her waist, Ryan met the eyes of his new teacher briefly before dropping his eyes to the floor.
”Ryan?” It was his mother’s voice soothing in a way that made Ryan feel like he was a skittish horse in need of calming. “This is your teacher, Miss Egan. You be good now, okay?”
Gently she prised his fingers from their death grip on her hand, letting out a inaudible sigh of relief as she regained the feeling in the tips of her fingers. She paused then and bent down slightly to give him a little shove in the teacher’s direction. “It’s okay honey. I’ll be back here at three pm to pick you up. Just remember to go to those gates.”
Glancing back at the walls framing the gates, Ryan noted the sheer height of them, compared to his smaller six-year-old frame, the brickwork topped off with wrought iron in the shape of spears, something Ryan didn’t understand. If it was a school, why were they trying to make it look like a prison?
Silently he nodded, not attempting speech. His mother leant down to give him a gentle kiss on the top of his blonde hair before straightening and smiling. “I will see you soon Ryan. When home time comes you won’t want to leave.” And with that, turned on her heel and walked back the way she had come.
Ryan stood there, trembling slightly in the presence of the stranger claiming that she was going to instruct him, watching his mother leave, taking an automatic step as if to keep pace with her. However, the hand lingering on his shoulder prevented him from progressing any further, gently reeling him back into the clutches of the education system.
The hand turned him around, steering him in the direction of the classrooms; Miss Egan’s voice a constant reassuring stream in his ear. Ryan kept his eyes to the pavement, missing the girls skipping on the asphalted area, voices ringing out in tune to the rhythmic thump of the rope on the ground. He paid no attention to the boys on the oval, yelling loudly and playing mock gridiron, trying and failing completely to keep their uniforms clean.
Another minor thing Ryan didn’t notice at the time was the boy with the soft brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that danced with mischievousness sitting on the stone steps of one of the classrooms, watching his advancement along the concrete behind his new teacher with a faint interest.
Author: desiredeffect
Summary: Ryan starts his elementary school days. Child!Ryan is so fun to write
Pairing(s): -- May lead to Ry/Col if I can be bothered continuing.
Rating: G
Author's notes: I was supposed to be writing the rest of Did It Hurt When You Hit The Ground?... But this got into my head and wouldn't leave. and then
corliamat came a long and ENCOURAGED me to write it. What a devil woman. :D Blame it on her ^^Disclaimer: Nothing! NOTHING!
---
At age six, Ryan Stiles started elementary school. He didn’t really want to go, but managed to refrain from simply balling his eyes out (his father had properly given him the speech on acting like a grown up man now he was at school and boys simply don’t cry) as his mother lead him through the main entrance past creaky iron gates and on to the footpath, walking across the grounds towards the classrooms that housed the elementary school children.
His mother continued along the path, a resolute expression on her face as she marched, Ryan hurrying to keep up with her. Her sudden stop meaning that he almost ran headlong into her, his fingers still wrapped tightly around her hand. Glancing around her waist, Ryan met the eyes of his new teacher briefly before dropping his eyes to the floor.
”Ryan?” It was his mother’s voice soothing in a way that made Ryan feel like he was a skittish horse in need of calming. “This is your teacher, Miss Egan. You be good now, okay?”
Gently she prised his fingers from their death grip on her hand, letting out a inaudible sigh of relief as she regained the feeling in the tips of her fingers. She paused then and bent down slightly to give him a little shove in the teacher’s direction. “It’s okay honey. I’ll be back here at three pm to pick you up. Just remember to go to those gates.”
Glancing back at the walls framing the gates, Ryan noted the sheer height of them, compared to his smaller six-year-old frame, the brickwork topped off with wrought iron in the shape of spears, something Ryan didn’t understand. If it was a school, why were they trying to make it look like a prison?
Silently he nodded, not attempting speech. His mother leant down to give him a gentle kiss on the top of his blonde hair before straightening and smiling. “I will see you soon Ryan. When home time comes you won’t want to leave.” And with that, turned on her heel and walked back the way she had come.
Ryan stood there, trembling slightly in the presence of the stranger claiming that she was going to instruct him, watching his mother leave, taking an automatic step as if to keep pace with her. However, the hand lingering on his shoulder prevented him from progressing any further, gently reeling him back into the clutches of the education system.
The hand turned him around, steering him in the direction of the classrooms; Miss Egan’s voice a constant reassuring stream in his ear. Ryan kept his eyes to the pavement, missing the girls skipping on the asphalted area, voices ringing out in tune to the rhythmic thump of the rope on the ground. He paid no attention to the boys on the oval, yelling loudly and playing mock gridiron, trying and failing completely to keep their uniforms clean.
Another minor thing Ryan didn’t notice at the time was the boy with the soft brown hair and chocolate brown eyes that danced with mischievousness sitting on the stone steps of one of the classrooms, watching his advancement along the concrete behind his new teacher with a faint interest.
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