Uh, yeah, this is my first ever story to be published on FF.net *applaudes* and pretty much my first true drama. My songfic of Jane Siberry's "Calling all Angels", which did appear at the end of Pay it Forward. It's dedicated to my BFF, who puts up with my obsessions, and of course to the adorable kid who brought Trevor to life [you should know who... ;-) ].
I do not own Pay it Forward. The AWESOME author Catherine Ryan Hyde owns the heartwarming book, and Mimi Leder directed the overly wonderful movie. This stories places and names are adapted from the film, even though I have utmost respect for the book. I do, however, own Rachel, as I cannot distinguish the classmates as they are never mentioned by name (except for Shawn and Adam, oh, and Trevor [duh!] ).
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/ a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above you can hear the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing /
Music blaring from kids portable stereos. Metal detectors at the front of the school. Trained guards at every door. Rachel Matarazzo sighed as she walked up the cement steps of the middle school. Things hadn't changed. Not for anyone else.
Rachel was an attractive girl. That's what she was told. She was tall and lanky, with long dark hair with a small wave in it, and with dark, almost blackened, eyes. One of her many flaws, though, was her quick-witted mouth that was always getting her into trouble. She was definitely the most immature, and tallest, of her two best friends.
Correction: one best friend. No longer two.
/ Then it's one foot, then the other, as you step out onto the road
(step out onto the road....how much weight? how much weight?)
then it's how long? And how far?
and how many times before it's too late? /
It had been an extremely hard summer for her, and had survived it only with help. Her and one of her close friends, Adam, had paid many visits to Arlene McKinney and her recent fiance, their former social studies teacher, Eugene Simonet. They would stay there, reflecting. Often laughing.
"Remember that time when you tried to make lemonade and totally forgot the sugar?"
"Remember? How could I forget? His face!" and then loads of escaped giggles.
Their visits, however, most always ended with shed tears and "come back soon"s and "we will"s. Rachel sighed again, shifting her backback to a more comfortable place on her shoulder. She had at least thought security would've been boosted. She remembered how at the end that day, the day of Trevor's big interview, her quote: "His first chance at stardom", she had told him how she would see him the next day at school, as usual. Never would she have guessed the fate of Trevor, how he had died to save Adam's life, how he had been ruthlessly killed in not self-defense, but just plain man-slaughter. It wasn't a martyrdom, but in some ways it was.
Now she was back. Back into the school where Trevor had been killed. How would she survive the school year? How could things go on so expectantly if.....Trevor wasn't there to give everyone faith.
/ Calling all angels, calling all angels
walk me through this one, don't leave me alone
calling all angels, calling all angels
we're cryin', we're hurtin'
and we're not sure how this goes.... /
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The end!
(Of this chapter, I mean!)
GO REVIEW IT SO FAR!!! REMEMBER, THIS IS MY FIRSTEST STORY!!!!
I do not own Pay it Forward. The AWESOME author Catherine Ryan Hyde owns the heartwarming book, and Mimi Leder directed the overly wonderful movie. This stories places and names are adapted from the film, even though I have utmost respect for the book. I do, however, own Rachel, as I cannot distinguish the classmates as they are never mentioned by name (except for Shawn and Adam, oh, and Trevor [duh!] ).
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/ a man is placed upon the steps, a baby cries
and high above you can hear the church bells start to ring
and as the heaviness, oh the heaviness, settles in
somewhere you can hear a mother sing /
Music blaring from kids portable stereos. Metal detectors at the front of the school. Trained guards at every door. Rachel Matarazzo sighed as she walked up the cement steps of the middle school. Things hadn't changed. Not for anyone else.
Rachel was an attractive girl. That's what she was told. She was tall and lanky, with long dark hair with a small wave in it, and with dark, almost blackened, eyes. One of her many flaws, though, was her quick-witted mouth that was always getting her into trouble. She was definitely the most immature, and tallest, of her two best friends.
Correction: one best friend. No longer two.
/ Then it's one foot, then the other, as you step out onto the road
(step out onto the road....how much weight? how much weight?)
then it's how long? And how far?
and how many times before it's too late? /
It had been an extremely hard summer for her, and had survived it only with help. Her and one of her close friends, Adam, had paid many visits to Arlene McKinney and her recent fiance, their former social studies teacher, Eugene Simonet. They would stay there, reflecting. Often laughing.
"Remember that time when you tried to make lemonade and totally forgot the sugar?"
"Remember? How could I forget? His face!" and then loads of escaped giggles.
Their visits, however, most always ended with shed tears and "come back soon"s and "we will"s. Rachel sighed again, shifting her backback to a more comfortable place on her shoulder. She had at least thought security would've been boosted. She remembered how at the end that day, the day of Trevor's big interview, her quote: "His first chance at stardom", she had told him how she would see him the next day at school, as usual. Never would she have guessed the fate of Trevor, how he had died to save Adam's life, how he had been ruthlessly killed in not self-defense, but just plain man-slaughter. It wasn't a martyrdom, but in some ways it was.
Now she was back. Back into the school where Trevor had been killed. How would she survive the school year? How could things go on so expectantly if.....Trevor wasn't there to give everyone faith.
/ Calling all angels, calling all angels
walk me through this one, don't leave me alone
calling all angels, calling all angels
we're cryin', we're hurtin'
and we're not sure how this goes.... /
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The end!
(Of this chapter, I mean!)
GO REVIEW IT SO FAR!!! REMEMBER, THIS IS MY FIRSTEST STORY!!!!