PREVIEW! i figured since jessica had a brilliant idea with this, id try it. maybe itll encourage force me to finish these fanfics. i tend to just keep starting new ones
I realize that each time there was a break in this boy’s life I’ve said this, and each time I was wrong, but at this point I had convinced myself again: Frankie’s life would be easier now. It would be normal. We were leaving life on the road behind and going back to a regular house. Permanently. I honestly believed things would be like they were back when he was only four years old, before the Jonas Brothers had become a household name. But, once again, I was only fooling myself. X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X Finally I spotted Frankie in the crowd of middle-schoolers, and when I did I let out a small gasp. I unconsciously chuckled at the sight, s smile on my face. It was adorable, and I couldn’t help but think it would make a great thing to tease him about in the future if I ever needed to. He seemed to have noticed me, and instantly started fretting klutzily with the books and everything else he had been holding, shoving them at the person standing next to him. He quickly muttered something and walked swiftly over to me, his head down. “What's up?” I asked once he arrived. He cleared his throat. “Oh uh...nothing, let’s go. I have lots of homework.” He said, putting a hand on my back and pushing me forward, forcing me to walk. I concealed a laugh. “Oh, and Shannon?” He asked. “Can you not pick me up anymore? I can make it home on my own.” I grinned and turned my head to look back at the person he had been with, staring at us, dumbfounded. I smirked. “Sure! As soon as you introduce me to your girlfriend.” X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X.X.x.X I sighed. “Would you please just tell me what’s going on?” I pleaded, frustrated that I was getting nothing out of Frankie. “Come on, you know you can trust me. I won’t tell anyone if you don’t want me to, I just want to help you!” I said softly. Frankie lifted his head, his hair a mess and his eyes red and wet. “I hate my brothers.”
K.J.N., I realize that each time there was a break in this boy’s life I’ve said this, and each time I was wrong, but at this point I had convinced myself again: Frankie’s life would be easier now. It would be normal. We were leaving life on the road behind and going back to a regular house. Permanently. I honestly believed things would be like they were back when he was only four years old, before the Jonas Brothers had become a household name. But, once again, I was only fooling myself.
…“Where is he? I told him to come down almost 20 minutes ago!” Denise sighed, glancing towards the stairs. I shrugged. “It’s his first school day back, until now he’s been getting maybe 5 hours of sleep a night.” I said. “Unfortunately schools around here don't take that as an excuse. Would you go get him please?” I nodded; pulling myself off the comfy chair I had been sitting on and heading upstairs. I could hear a muffled voice coming from behind the closed door at the end of the hall. After I knocked, it stopped. “Frankie?” I asked, opening the door. “Gotta go, bye.” He said quickly, hanging up the phone he had been talking on. “Who was that?” “Nick.” He shrugged. “Oh. Didn't you think maybe your parents wanted to talk to him while you had him on the phone?” He shrugged again, turning away from me. “No?” I tried again, trying to get him to admit who he was really talking to. “Maybe I needed to talk to him about something. Maybe I don't always want you guys rushing me to say what I need to say so you can talk too.” He snapped, turning back around briefly, only to glare at me. “Ok, ok! That’s fine, I was just wondering!” I laughed, putting my hands up in surrender. His eyes softened, but he still didn't seem to be in a very good mood. I wiped the smile off my face, giving up. “Time for school, be down in 5 minutes or else.” I warned, leaving the room. Thankfully, he obeyed and joined his mother and I in the kitchen 5 minutes later. “Do you have everything? Notebooks? Extra pencils? Lunch money? Paper?” Frankie rolled his eyes. “Mom, I’ll be fine.” He said, stopping her from extending the list any further. Denise smiled. “Well it’s been a long time since I’ve sent one of my babies off to school!” She said, stepping forward and smothering him in a bear hug. “Mom!” He complained. Denise scoffed. “Another teenager.” She laughed, rolling her eyes. “Hurry up and get some breakfast, you don’t want to be late on your first day.” Frankie grabbed a bowl, a box of cereal, and some milk and sat himself at the kitchen table. “So what did Nick say?” Frankie looked up in shock, then at me accusingly. “You told her?” He demanded. I shook my head. “She didn’t tell me anything, a mother just knows.” Denise smiled, winking at me. “Besides, what’s wrong with me knowing that you talked to your brother?” “He just said good luck with school and stuff.” Frankie mumbled, shrugging. “And how are Joe and Kevin?” “Fine.” “Nick hasn’t had any trouble with his diabetes?” “He’s 19. He knows how to handle it if anything ever happens.” “Something happened?” “Oh, yea, he died. Sorry.” “I see you got his wonderful sarcasm.” Denise shook her head and I suppressed a chuckle. When we were on tour, that was what drove her most crazy about her second youngest son. “Watch it, Franklin. That’s nothing to joke about.” “Sorry.” “Just eat your cereal.” Close to 15 minutes later, he was done eating and was ready to go, and I offered to drive him to school. As we left the house and approached the car, he looked at me expectantly, waiting by the passenger side front door. “What?” I asked, opening the back door and dropping my purse on the floor before climbing into the driver seat. “You’re plenty tall enough, get in.” Frankie grinned and sat in the front seat, eagerly putting his seatbelt on. “I never got to sit up front before.” He said. I chuckled. “You’re an only child around here now; the front seat of my car is all yours.” I promised. He took advantage of being in reach of the radio, constantly changing the station until he found something he liked. “Well, try to have fun.” I said once I pulled up in front of a big building, the front steps flooded with kids. Frankie stared out the window for a moment. “Ok.” He nodded. “Meaning get out of my car and get your butt inside.” I clarified. He rolled his eyes. “I know that.” He argued, but still didn’t move. I sighed. “You’re in 6th grade; don’t you think it’ll be a bit embarrassing if I walk you in?” “I don’t know where to go though! Don’t you think it’ll be embarrassing if I get lost and end up in kindergarten or something?” “This is middle school, it’s only 6th to 8th grade, I highly doubt you have to worry about that.” I objected. He looked at me with pleading eyes. I sighed, shaking my head, but took the keys out of the ignition nonetheless. “Let’s go.” We got out of the car and made our way up the walkway. I noticed a few older boys watching us as I passed, mainly me. I scoffed. “I see what you’re doing, be seen walking into school with a hot older woman and gain instant popularity, huh?” I teased, lifting my sunglasses onto the top of my head and tugging the bottom of my shirt down a bit, turning briefly to scold the boys. “No!” Frankie protested. “I haven’t been to a real school like this in my entire life.” He said, lowering his voice and glancing around, as if afraid someone would hear. “I’m nervous, ok?” He said, even quieter. He smirked. “Good plan though, it does seem to work, how about you take me to school every day?” “Jerk.” I mumbled jokingly. I gently hit his shoulder and he laughed. “There’s the office, come on.” I said, putting a hand on his back and pushing him in the direction of the room. The woman standing behind the counter smiled as we walked in. “Hello!” She greeted cheerfully. “Hi.” I replied with a polite smile. “This is Franklin Jonas, a new student here?” I told her, gently shoving him forward. “Well welcome Franklin, we’re so glad to have you here.” The woman said, with less enthusiasm than before, as she thumbed through a stack of files. “Ah yes, here you are.” She smiled in triumph, pulling out a folder with his name on it. She skimmed a few forms inside of it, holding her glasses at the end of her nose and peering over them. Frankie nudged me. When I looked, he was imitating the expression on her face and I cleared my throat to hide my laughter. The woman looked at us, and we instantly both put on straight faces, only making Frankie laugh more after a moment. “Are you his mother?” The woman asked, eyeing him with no trace of amusement in her face. I got the feeling that she didn’t like kids too much. “Family friend.” I corrected, subtly elbowing Frankie to cut the laughing. The woman nodded. “Ah, I was about to say, you look awfully young.” “Oh, thank you.” I laughed politely. “I’m going to need you to take these forms to his parents to fill out and sign please. Or we could just give him to Franklin to bring home.” “Oh no, I can take them.” I said, taking the papers she was holding out. “Well then. I can take him to his classroom from here.” The woman said. I nodded. “Thank you.” I said before turning to Frankie. I bent down and hugged him. “Don’t be scared, it’ll be fine.” I whispered quickly before releasing my grasp. I straightened up and took my sunglasses off my head, adjusting my purse on my shoulder. “I’ll be waiting outside at 3, have a good day, bye.” I waved on my way out. He was right, he had never in his life really been to a regular school. He was used to being on the road, with only his family and his brothers’ friends for company. He hadn’t had many opportunities over the years to interact with kids his age, no matter how hard I had tried to raise him to be socially at the stage he should have been. On my way back to my car, I silently prayed that he would get through the day with no problems, but my mind was filled with doubt.
yikes. this is short. ----------------------------- No doubt, my suspicion was confirmed by the end of the first week.
…I sat in the car, waiting. I watched the floods of middle-schoolers ran in front of me, behind me, and all around me to get to their own cars and waited for a certain one to stop at my car. He never did. I sighed and pulled the key out of the ignition when there were enough kids left for me to count on two hands, not one of them being Frankie. I grabbed my purse and locked up, storming across the street and through the front doors of the school, expecting the worst. I remembered my way to the main office and waited at the desk until the same woman who I had talked to on Frankie’s first day acknowledged me. “Can I help you?” She asked grudgingly. I guessed she recognized me from the few days before and had decided I wasn’t worth faking politeness to. “Do you by any chance know where Frankie Jonas is? He was supposed to meet me outside right after school.” The woman sighed and made a point of walking reluctantly over to the phone in the far corner of the room. I suppressed a chuckle. I was making her do her job. What has this world come to? “Is Franklin Jonas there?” She asked into the phone. I heard the muffled response from the room she had called. She nodded, as if the teacher who had spoken could see her through the intercom, and turned to me. “Room 114. Mr. Sandlass would like to speak to you.” She informed me. I nodded and mumbled a thank you as I hurried out of the room. I scoped out the room number the woman had told me and could see the back of Frankie’s head through the small glass window in the door. I knocked lightly on it and entered the room, shooting Frankie a questioning look as I walked past him. He responded with a subtle shrug and a weak grin. There was a man sitting on the big desk in the front of the room, I assumed he was Frankie’s teacher. “Hello.” He smiled, hopping to the floor. “I’m Mr. Sandlass, Frankie’s teacher. How are you?” He asked. I smiled and shook his hand. “Great, and you?” “Wonderful.” “Is everything going ok?” I asked cautiously, glancing at Frankie. Mr. Sandlass laughed lightly. “Well I normally don’t call in guardians just to say hello.” He said, his friendly smile fading just a bit. “Please, sit down.” He added, motioning to the small desk next to Frankie. He slouched down in his chair when I sat next to him and rested his chin on his folded arms. “Frankie is doing exceptionally well in his academics.” “He’s very smart.” I nodded. “That he is.” Mr. Sandlass agreed. “However, I’m worried about his social status. He doesn’t seem to interact well with the other kids, usually when we get new students they’re only shy for the first day or so, all the students here are very friendly and welcoming and take the new kids under their wings right away. Frankie just doesn’t seem to want to let them.” I glanced out of the corner of my eye at Frankie. He was still half lying on his desk with his head buried in his arms. He didn’t like people talking about him as if he wasn’t in the room, and I didn’t know why the teacher hadn’t thought to talk to me privately. “Well he’s been homeschooled all his life.” I protested. “There's a pretty big age difference between him and his brothers, he’s more used to only having them to hang out with.” I explained, reaching over to tousle Frankie’s hair as I spoke. He jerked his head to the side. “I understand that, it’s just my responsibility to keep parents informed when their children are having trouble in school. I’m sure he’ll be fine after a while.” “He will.” I said, standing up. “Thank you.” I added as I tapped Frankie’s arm, signaling him that it was time to leave. “Why’d he make us stay if he said I’m fine at the end?” He mumbled when we were out of the room. “He has to, Frankie. Some parents get mad if teachers don’t let them know what their kid is doing in school.” We walked in silence down the hall. “Why don’t you play with the other kids?” I asked. Frankie scoffed. “Shannon, I’m practically 12. We don’t go around and play with our toys.” He said in a mock baby voice. I chuckled. “Never said you did.” I paused and tried again. “Why don’t you talk to the other kids?” Frankie shrugged. “Why should I?” “Don’t you want friends?” “I have friends.” “Besides me and your brothers.” Frankie shrugged. “Just try, ok?” “I don’t like it here.” He said quietly. “I want to go back and live with Nick, Joe, and Kevin.”...