Post by Tom Kiddo on Jul 29, 2013 4:28:17 GMT
Tom walked through the now quiet halls of Magic School. Everyone was in their clubs or dorms doing homework. There might be a few stragglers in other halls but not the ones he walked through quietly now. Before coming to these halls was a bone of contention between his mother and him. She wouldn't see how much this school made him miserable. He was the baby Kiddo, and teachers always complained that they lost him in the room, unlike the others who were always some sort of lively. But he was smart. They always gave him that.
He hated being the smart one, or the sweet one! He wanted to be like Emily the Golden One, or like Lelola the outgoing one, or Mitchell the boisterous one (whatever boisterous meant). But he was the sweet one or the smart one... Nothing that would make him like the rest of his family. He couldn't see the wisdom that others claimed he had. He had a potions teacher once tell him he was brilliant and a charms teacher tell him he was good. And he was certain he saved one student's life once upon a time. But still he was the one they forgot about.
A whitelighter orbed in, saw that they had pinned Tom down and excused themselves. How was he to do his job when no one would let him. He couldn't make friends, he was the smart one no one ever let help. Tom was down on himself today. He tried to shake it off, tell himself that Kiddo's were the best of the best. But it was no use. He sighed and leaned back against a wall, if only there was someone who could help him through all of this. He knew there was another on the council who had been raised as a child, but he was always to busy being an adult... Everyone was... And there was poor forgotten Tom, at the bottom, as always.
Now he roamed the halls hoping some of the great things that had occurred here would rub off on him, that he would figure out how to be Headmaster Wyatt. Or one of the Halliwells. He'd seen all of them in these halls sooner or later, and he knew the stories about how much they had done in these halls. Or at least that some of the brashness of the demons would soak out of the walls and possess him. That would be cool too. He snorted to himself. "When did this place become my refuge? I hated school, and I don't have to be here.
He hated being the smart one, or the sweet one! He wanted to be like Emily the Golden One, or like Lelola the outgoing one, or Mitchell the boisterous one (whatever boisterous meant). But he was the sweet one or the smart one... Nothing that would make him like the rest of his family. He couldn't see the wisdom that others claimed he had. He had a potions teacher once tell him he was brilliant and a charms teacher tell him he was good. And he was certain he saved one student's life once upon a time. But still he was the one they forgot about.
A whitelighter orbed in, saw that they had pinned Tom down and excused themselves. How was he to do his job when no one would let him. He couldn't make friends, he was the smart one no one ever let help. Tom was down on himself today. He tried to shake it off, tell himself that Kiddo's were the best of the best. But it was no use. He sighed and leaned back against a wall, if only there was someone who could help him through all of this. He knew there was another on the council who had been raised as a child, but he was always to busy being an adult... Everyone was... And there was poor forgotten Tom, at the bottom, as always.
Now he roamed the halls hoping some of the great things that had occurred here would rub off on him, that he would figure out how to be Headmaster Wyatt. Or one of the Halliwells. He'd seen all of them in these halls sooner or later, and he knew the stories about how much they had done in these halls. Or at least that some of the brashness of the demons would soak out of the walls and possess him. That would be cool too. He snorted to himself. "When did this place become my refuge? I hated school, and I don't have to be here.