"Heed my voice, hear my heart"- a Seventh Heaven story.
by Lance Jaris
Disclaimer: I own none of the recognizable "7th Heaven" characters. The
story uses the characters from the WB network show, created by Brenda
Hampton, but are only loosely based on the actual program.
Warning: Offensive language used- may not be suitable, or palatable for all readers.
Simon Camden loathed the sound of his alarm clock.
That Goddamned dull buzzing noise jarred him from his sleep each morning.
He would hear its drone again in just 3 minutes. He stared at his clock,
5:57 am.
"It figures", Simon thought to himself, "I shouldn't even be awake yet".
He had not been sleeping much lately. The stress, the noise of the
stuffed-to-the-gills Camden household- everything had been taking its toll.
But mostly, school. Simon dreaded the 10th grade.
His classes weren't that bad at all. He had actually been enjoying the
courses, and the teachers had been cool too. He hadn't had a teacher this
year that judged his performance and demeanor against the 'Camden-standard'.
His oldest brother Matt was valedictorian of his class, which is always a
tough act to follow. And then there was the shadow cast by his father,
pillar of the Glen Oak community, Reverend Eric Camden.
Simon was not considered normal by any standard. He said exactly what he
felt, and acted exactly as he wished. And most importantly, Simon felt. He
was not your typical 15 year-old male. Most people had the ability to be neutral in Simon's opinion, except
for him. Everything, meaning every thing, seemed to affect him.
"Worry-wart", he thought to himself. That's what Mary, his oldest sister calls him. "That bitch", he thought. For as long as he could remember he was either hot or cold, or
black or white about any situation or event that his life presented him
with. It was never intentional. He wished he could be as ignorant, or disgustingly masculine in his emotions, as his classmates were. Mom and Dad said that was a blessing.
"A real fucking blessing", Simon whispered to himself as he covered his
head.
He would rather die than face the hell that waited for him at Kennedy High
School.