This is the pre-story to Big Brother Wes and it covers from Wes comming to Dalton until he starts his journey as Big Brother Wes.

He looked up at the big, grey, cold and old-looking building in front of him. He had been moved again. Again he was going to be hidden from his "family", hidden like some big shameful sin. He actually was a shameless sin… at least to his "father". His "father" had sent him away when he was 8... he had never wanted him in the first place and neither had his stepmom. He had the scars to proof it.

He went in through the big doors and ended up in a big entrance hall with staircases and doors and hallways everywhere. He felt so small… he was small. Small for his age and he knew he wasn't really supposed to be there. He knew it because everywhere he looked he saw boys in navy blue or black blazers, both types having red ripping and the boys with black blazers were dressed completely in black while the boys in navy blue ones had white shirts, red and navy blue ties, grey slacks and black shoes.

They were all so tall. Many of the boys in those black and red or navy blue and red uniforms stopped and stared at him. He felt out of place when they looked at him. He was out of place. He was smaller than everyone else... younger as well. At the age of 12 he wasn't technically even supposed to be there. Where is there you ask? Well the all boys private school Dalton Academy in Westerville of course and Dalton was going to be his home and school for now and he would loath every single day. Boys continued to stop and stare at him and he held a tight grip on the duffle bag that hung over his shoulder. He felt out of place again. He stuck out like a sore thumb, why? Well he was younger and smaller we established that already but he also didn't wear a uniform.

"Yo junior you're in the wrong school", someone said and he looked at his feet blushing madly. He was so scared he nearly trembled where he stood. He heard the bell ring and feet hurriedly left the entrance hall. He looked up and found the place nearly deserted except for a tall boy with ginger hair and freckles. He stood by the foot of the staircase looking between him and the hallway to his right. After a bit he seemed to have made up his mind and walked up to the small boy.

"Hi", he said and the small boy looked at his feet. "What are you doing here kid?"

"School", the kid mumbled frightened.

"You'll be going here?" the boy sounded surprised. "Are you sure?"

The small boy felt in his bag and found a paper and held it out to the boy. The boy took it and read through it, his eyebrows climbing up in confusion.

"Well…" he said. "It says here that you are… it also says that a room is ready for you in the Dra... East. I can take you dare if you want."

The small boy nodded but didn't say anything.

"Well then", the guy said and smiled. "My name is George. What's yours?"

"…"

"Well then 'Mumbles', come along", George said and started to walk but then he realized something and turned around and grabbed hold of "Mumbles'" hand.

"Sorry", he said and looked at the boy that looked sad. "I didn't mean to sound mean calling you Mumbles like that. Come I'll show you to your room." He still held "Mumbles'" hand as he lead him towards the dorms.

When they got there George led Mumbles up the stairs to the second floor where the sophomores and freshmen stayed. He had to stop and read the chart on the wall first because not all dorms worked the same. In North the seniors and freshmen had the second floor and juniors and sophomores the third. In South the juniors and seniors had the second floor and freshmen and sophomore the top floor. And in West seniors and sophomores had the top floor and juniors and freshmen first floor.

George opened a door to the right and saw that it was a single room. He turned and saw the small kid stand behind him with huge eyes and a death grip on his duffle bag. George walked over and put a hand on his shoulder.

"This is your room Mumbles", he said smiling and ruffled the boy's hair. "Stay here and I'll get a teacher okay?"

The boy nodded and walked inside the room and George hurried off. He wondered why the little kid was there… and why he had held such a death grip on that duffle bag… and where were his parents?

When the door closed the little boy looked around the room. The walls were barren and there was nothing in the wardrobe or in the book shelf. He put the duffle bag on the bed and opened it. He put away his underwear and socks and the only other "civilian" clothes he had. He put his pajamas on the bed and his only book in the book shelf, it was the book Daddy Longlegs he liked it… even though it was a girl's book.

He also had a laptop in there that he'd gotten from his old school and the room had a small stereo so he put his two CDs beside it. One was the soundtrack to Mary Poppins and the other was the Rescuers Movie Soundtrack. He sat down on his bed and pulled out a small notebook and started to write about his day so far. That's when it knocked on the door and he walked over and opened. Outside stood a man and a woman and they looked at him with gentle smiles.

"Ah you must be Wesley then", the man said and held out his hand. "I'm Principal Carmichael."

"G-good day sir", Wesley whispered and shook the outstretched hand. Carmichael smiled and looked into the room.

"Can we come in Wesley", he asked and Wesley nodded and opened the door fully to let them in. The woman looked around the room and looked almost sad. The Principal sat down on the bed and smiled at Wesley and the boy closed the door.

"You are a special boy do you know that Wesley", Carmichael asked and Wesley shook his head looking at his feet. Carmichael smiled. "Well you are the first 11 year old-"

"12", Wesley mumbled. "I turned 12 in February…"

"Oh right sorry. You are the first 12-year-old to attend Dalton and your grades are looking great."

"Thank you sir."

"Is this all your things", the woman asked and looked around the room and Wesley shrugged.

"Well he'll soon get more stuff", Carmichael said and searched Wesley's face and the boy peeked at him from underneath his fringe. "I told your father" he noticed Wesley's eyes narrow. "that a requirement for me keeping you hear all year round is a payment… money that I will give to you so that you can buy books, clothes and whatever you need."

Wesley looked up at him in shock.

"I told him the money he'll have to pay each year for the tuition and a dorm room won't cover the food and room you'll need during summers and the Holidays. I told him the other money he has to pay was for that and for a pre-high school teacher, but in truth it won't cost anything but he hurriedly agree."

"He's… always been eager to get rid of me", Wesley mumbled angrily. "Thank you sir."

"Don't thank me Wesley, I don't like how he's treated you", Carmichael said and looked at the woman by the desk. "This is Ms. Miranda Lincoln, she'll be your teacher until you reach high school levels. You will have your lessons in a spare room in the library that we have fixed up to suit your needs. But you will have to eat with the older boys when it's mealtime and curfew is 8 pm for you, understand?"

Wesley nodded but looked a bit scared.

"Don't worry", Ms. Lincoln said and smiled gently. "They are all nice boys, I have them in English Literature but I will take care of you from now on."

"Don't have to", Wes mumbled. "Just tell me what to read and do and I'll figure it out…"

"No, no, no", Carmichael said. "You need guidance Wesley. Let us take care of you. We know grownups haven't done that in the past. But we will."

"Thank you sir", Wesley mumbled and Carmichael got up and smiled.

"Your classes start tomorrow", Ms. Lincoln said. "Spend the rest of the day getting to know the school grounds and the boys in the dorm, they will help you if you need it."

"Thank you Miss", Wesley mumbled and moved away from the door and left the room. Carmichael stopped and put a hand underneath the boy's chin and tilted his face up.

"Things will turn out right Wesley", he said smiling. "Trust me."

He looked into the boy's eyes and saw hurt, anger, sadness and the will to believe in them, but the boy lowered his gaze. Carmichael and Ms. Lincoln left and Wesley turned to the room and with a sob threw himself on the bed. He hadn't cried since he was told to pack up all his stuff and leave his old private school. He hadn't been told where he was going or how long he would stay. This was the first time he heard he wouldn't leave this school until he graduated from high school. He hated his life but most of all… he hated his parents, stepmom and half siblings.

TBC I'll write this paralell with To Take The Blame so when I'm not updating here I'm most likely updating there ;)