Whiffs and Mulligans - Part 1

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Kidd & Killer met in 7th grade shop class.
Two outsiders with nothing in common other than having no friends. Both new to the school, Kidd too young, Killer too old.
Maybe not friends, but its nice to have one class where not everyone actively tries to disclude you.

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Chapters will likely be short, a class by class look as the two move though the school year.

He's 10, and the youngest student in the entire school. They'd pushed him into the middle school a year early - the elementary school frustrated with him and him just as frustrated in turn. He was years farther ahead than his peers last school year, and the school was happy to make him someone else's problem a year sooner than planned.

He didn't have many friends left at his last school, so the fact he has none at his new school doesn't bother him so much. Besides - it's still the first day.

Still, he's nervous. He's not just the youngest kid in school - he's the only 6th grader given permission to take metalshop. His fellow peers are in woodshop this year, but once again, he'd proven his worth and they'd let him take the 7th grade elective early.

Leaving him completely alone in the class as the other kids trickled in. They all knew each other, all had friends already.

Kidd didn't care. Either some poor sucker would sit next to him or they wouldn't.

The poor sucker that ended up next to him was a tall skinny hick - right down to a cowboy hat - that had gotten bullied out of his seat when some of the kids insisted they wanted to sit together and why couldn't he just move?

The only spot left by then was the empty one by Kidd. He didn't look over at all and he slouched on the stool, and Kidd couldn't help the sneer on his face, "You got no spine - you just let them bully you like that?"

The boy didn't say anything at that, but Kidd saw him looking around the room for an empty seat he might have missed. Already trying to run away.

Unfortunately for them both, there wasn't any place left to run too. "Just don't get in the way," Kidd grumbled, resigning himself to the boy as his shop partner for the next term.

The teacher came in, and Kidd thought that would be that, as roll call started, relatively uninteresting until about half way down the list.

"MacFergus?"

The boy next to him raised his hand in acknowledgement, but said nothing.

"Hats off indoor Keillan, we talked about this last year."

The room filled with snickers - either from someone getting told off already, for him wearing a stupid hick hat to start with, or the revelation he's already taken - and therefore failed - this class once.

Kidd smirked, but the laugh stuck in his throat when he glanced over - as his table mate raised a hand to slowly pull the hat off. His nails were painted blue - Kidd had never seen a boy paint his nails before - and his hand shook as he removed his hat. A thick blond braid fell down his back, a long one, and he ducked his head down to hide his face under his bangs now that he couldn't hide under the brim of his hat.

He didn't look up as the teacher continued roll call, just remained focused on his hat on the table in front of him.

It was the first time Kidd ever heard someone get called a faggot.

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no golf in this story outside the title. A mulligan is a free shot sometimes given a golfer in friendly play when the last shot was poorly played, and a whiff is when a golfer swings and miss the ball entirely. Kidd is actually in the 6th grade, Killer in 8th. But they've both been given special permission to take shop.