Preschool Graduation part 1
The gown he’s wearing is too long, and the weird hat Stiles made him wear have this weird itchy thingy – that is constantly in his face. Pack members are ‘awe-ing’ and taking photos of the kid, pinching his cheeks left and right. Someone even commented how much he looked like Derek with that scowl on his face, but to be fair – THEY STARTED PINCHING HIS CHEEKS WHEN HE WOKE UP. Cut him some slack, they barely let him eat his breakfast in peace. Stiles made him PANCAKES. But all the baby talk disturbed his peaceful breakfast. Hence, the scowl on his face. He had been picked as the valedictorian (if there’s a pre-school version) for some reason. Probably because he was the only one in his class who knew the entire alphabet without stuttering.
Lydia had helped him write a speech, and Derek and Stiles had not been invited to those writing sessions.
Blowing some air in an attempt to get rid of the tassel that hung in his face, a scissor soon came into view – and the tassel was no more. Grinning up at Derek, while Stiles screeched in the background Jamie couldn’t help but hold his arms up. Urging the Alpha to pick him up, and hug him tight. Despite being all grown up, he could accept a hug or two every once in a while.
Flash… Flash… Flash. His grandpa was crying. And simultaneously taking photos of the small boy. Before Stiles started ushering people to go to the preschool. Because they were already late, which didn’t come as a shock. Jamie wasn’t prepared to see so many people, cramped up in the classroom he had spent a lot of his childhood in. Being a little rascal, drawing on walls, helping the other’s with their so called homework and just napping. The best part was of course napping.
Stiles made a huge fuss, while trying to tame the locks that adorned his little head. Derek on the other hand had let the nervous little child stick his arms into his leather jacket, wearing it like it was his own. The scent of an Alpha, powerful and strong calmed his nerves. Showed him that he wasn’t alone.
“Ow!” He exclaimed as Stiles started combing through his hair, but he was glad to get rid of the cap – until it was placed back securely on top of his head once again.
Almost faceplanting the floor as his name was called, he turned to wave at his family before scurrying of to the provisory stage.
‘Start with getting everyone’s attention, if you get nervous – forget about everyone else and focus on the heartbeats of your parents. This speech is the bomb.’ That’s what auntie Lydia told him, while he practiced on his speech.
“A grumpy man once said, I evolved, and to be honest I didn’t know what that meant. But now I am standing here, where I made my very first friends – and I can gladly say that I have evolved, too. I am bigger now, I am stronger and smarter. I know how to pour my milk in a glass, when I started here I couldn’t even hold my sippy cup properly!” A snort can be heard. “My teacher’s taught me how to be a good person, and they also showed me how to write a letter to my parents. I am happy to have been here for so long, and I hope you wont forget about me. My initials –“ He scrunched up his face for a second. “- Are written on the door, please don’t call my grandpa on me. I’m too young to go behind bars.
Anyway, what I want to say is simple. Live long and prosper. Oh, and don’t tell daddy I’ve been watching Star Trek instead of Star Wars, he’ll lose his poop if I do.” Another snort can be heard.
“I will always remember all my teachers and all my friends and all the nap times I had here. I will remember how to write my name, Jamie Anakin Stilinski-Hale. Bye-bye.” Mic drop.
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