#tbb: the waiter from offworld

[thecoffeelorian]

WIP Wednesday, TBB:

[a/n: This started out as a preview for the next chapter of my 'Surprise Guest' series (Crosshair x Reader), but now I'm lost as to what to do with it, as it's gaining a life of its own as a potential backstory for the Reader/Self-Insert Character! ^^;

So...to make everything easier, I've included a poll at the bottom to help me figure out what to do with this part once it's finished--make it the next chapter, or an aside/deleted scene?

Please help me choose below the preview, and have a great day!]

The Waiter From Offworld

Before this moment, your life was obviously a plain one, or at least to begin with, it sure looked that way.

You went to a fairly average school like a lot of other kids, you had a fairly standard education from one day to the next, and save for the occasional runny nose or case of nuna-pox, you didn’t have any real threats to your life or limb to worry about.

You also didn’t have anything all that spectacular as far as academic or after-school skills went, though…and probably, thanks to the fact that they WOULDN’T have a chance to mold your future genius-ish self in their image, your teachers more or less didn’t take that much interest in you save for issuing you the occasional failing grade and request to repeat the assignment.

However…what you lacked in the terms of physical or mental perfection, you made up for with love.

Specifically, the kind of love that came from seeing others in pain, and actually wanting to do something about it rather than sit around watching it take place right in front of you.

This was how the playground monitors found you one late Taungsday morning, your nose bleeding and your seven-year old fists raw from giving hell to Kallie Pierce, who up until two minutes ago had been shouting and pushing around another girl exactly half her size and about six years her junior.

Unfortunately for Kallie, as you could hear that smaller girl’s tears all the way across the playground and you didn’t necessarily appreciate her tone…she soon would find herself dealing with your bad side the moment you got wind of the situation.

Because, just as she and a handful of other up-and-coming bullies would come to learn the hard way, when any of them woke up your bad side, your fists would be bound to follow. That was the situation you singlehandedly created for her that fateful morning, as unlike a small group of the other kids, you yourself seemed to have no fear of those who were bigger than you.

The teachers and other staff members of your small local school, on the other hand, were rather quick to label you A Serious Problem. Not only was fighting AGAINST THE RULES in this part of the planet, but according to them, such risky behavior from one as young as you MERITED AN INTERVENTION, and preferably in a fast and orderly manner. Never mind the fact that the situation was instigated by a much older student, oh NO, or that she might have been the one with a history of bullying attached to her name.

No, you were the one who required the discipline regardless of what started it all…and for that, you were the one stuck with the notice to bring home to your mother later that same day, a meeting with the principal now on your homework list and a red, accusatory mark upon your permanent record.

How you wished that you could have died at the exact moment you had to set that blasted paper out for everyone to see.

[thecoffeelorian]

Less than a day left to get the votes in!

WIP Wednesday, TBB:

[a/n: This started out as a preview for the next chapter of my 'Surprise Guest' series (Crosshair x Reader), but now I'm lost as to what to do with it, as it's gaining a life of its own as a potential backstory for the Reader/Self-Insert Character! ^^;

So...to make everything easier, I've included a poll at the bottom to help me figure out what to do with this part once it's finished--make it the next chapter, or an aside/deleted scene?

Please help me choose below the preview, and have a great day!]

The Waiter From Offworld

Before this moment, your life was obviously a plain one, or at least to begin with, it sure looked that way.

You went to a fairly average school like a lot of other kids, you had a fairly standard education from one day to the next, and save for the occasional runny nose or case of nuna-pox, you didn’t have any real threats to your life or limb to worry about.

You also didn’t have anything all that spectacular as far as academic or after-school skills went, though…and probably, thanks to the fact that they WOULDN’T have a chance to mold your future genius-ish self in their image, your teachers more or less didn’t take that much interest in you save for issuing you the occasional failing grade and request to repeat the assignment.

However…what you lacked in the terms of physical or mental perfection, you made up for with love.

Specifically, the kind of love that came from seeing others in pain, and actually wanting to do something about it rather than sit around watching it take place right in front of you.

This was how the playground monitors found you one late Taungsday morning, your nose bleeding and your seven-year old fists raw from giving hell to Kallie Pierce, who up until two minutes ago had been shouting and pushing around another girl exactly half her size and about six years her junior.

Unfortunately for Kallie, as you could hear that smaller girl’s tears all the way across the playground and you didn’t necessarily appreciate her tone…she soon would find herself dealing with your bad side the moment you got wind of the situation.

Because, just as she and a handful of other up-and-coming bullies would come to learn the hard way, when any of them woke up your bad side, your fists would be bound to follow. That was the situation you singlehandedly created for her that fateful morning, as unlike a small group of the other kids, you yourself seemed to have no fear of those who were bigger than you.

The teachers and other staff members of your small local school, on the other hand, were rather quick to label you A Serious Problem. Not only was fighting AGAINST THE RULES in this part of the planet, but according to them, such risky behavior from one as young as you MERITED AN INTERVENTION, and preferably in a fast and orderly manner. Never mind the fact that the situation was instigated by a much older student, oh NO, or that she might have been the one with a history of bullying attached to her name.

No, you were the one who required the discipline regardless of what started it all…and for that, you were the one stuck with the notice to bring home to your mother later that same day, a meeting with the principal now on your homework list and a red, accusatory mark upon your permanent record.

How you wished that you could have died at the exact moment you had to set that blasted paper out for everyone to see.