Disclaimer: I don't own any of the characters in this story, except for
General Norton.
Rating: I went with PG-13 just to be safe. Who knows? It might make it there in a few chapters.
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A Military School in North Carolina
"Tristan DuGrey, General Norton will see you now," a secretary announced. Tristan rose from the seat he had been sitting in and walked into an inner office. "General Norton," he said and saluted. "Mr. DuGrey, I have been looking over your school records and I have also talked to your parents. We have come to an agreement that you have progressed beyond any of our expectations. Because of this, you may leave this school if you wish."
Tristan was floored by this. He could finally leave. He had been waiting for this moment since the minute he arrived here over a year ago. All sorts of thoughts started to race through his head. The first thing that came to his mind though was Rory. His beautiful Mary. He wondered if she ever thought about him. He thought about two different times of the day: when he was awake and when he was asleep. She was all he thought about since he first met her their sophmore year.
"Mr. DuGrey, an answer please. Do you want to leave here?" The words pierced through his thoughts and brought him out of his daydream. All that Tristan could manage to get out was a "Yes, sir!"
"Good. With that final you will be leaving here in the morning. All the arrangements have been made for your travel. I expect you to have all your things cleared out of your bunk by 8:30 tomorrow morning. You may go now."
"Thank you sir. I have learned so much since I came here. Thank you for making me the man I am today."
Tristan saluted the General again and then he left to go get packed. When he got back to his bunk he started thinking about Rory again. The last time he saw her it was the night of their production of Romeo and Juliet. How he wished that he had kissed her goodbye that night. "I wonder if she's still with Dean?" he mused to himself. "Man that guy was a jerk. I hope she's realized that since then."
The next morning Tristan was all packed by the crack of dawn. He paced around until he saw a limosine driving toward his bunker. He jumped up and gathered his stuff. When he got to the limo, he saw his father get out.
"Hello sir. I've missed you"
"I've missed you too son. My they really made a man out of you. Your mother is at home anxious to see you."
"I'm anxious to see her too. How is everyone in Hartford?"
The conversation went back and forth like that until they got to the airport. On the planeride home, Tristan slept the whole time. When they got back to Hartford, the first thing Tristan did was hug his mother and then he went to his room and unpacked all his stuff. He couldn't wait to get to school on Monday. He had to see if his sweet, precious Mary was still there.
Later that night he overheard his parents talking. "Did you see how he went straight to his room and unpacked all his stuff by himself?" his mother said. "He wouldn't let one of the servants do it like he had before. I do believe our son has really changed." "He had better have changed with all the money we spent sending him there," his father replied. Hearing that Tristan walked away smiling to himself. As he drifted off to sleep that night his thoughts were focused on Rory and seeing her in 3 more days.
Rating: I went with PG-13 just to be safe. Who knows? It might make it there in a few chapters.
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A Military School in North Carolina
"Tristan DuGrey, General Norton will see you now," a secretary announced. Tristan rose from the seat he had been sitting in and walked into an inner office. "General Norton," he said and saluted. "Mr. DuGrey, I have been looking over your school records and I have also talked to your parents. We have come to an agreement that you have progressed beyond any of our expectations. Because of this, you may leave this school if you wish."
Tristan was floored by this. He could finally leave. He had been waiting for this moment since the minute he arrived here over a year ago. All sorts of thoughts started to race through his head. The first thing that came to his mind though was Rory. His beautiful Mary. He wondered if she ever thought about him. He thought about two different times of the day: when he was awake and when he was asleep. She was all he thought about since he first met her their sophmore year.
"Mr. DuGrey, an answer please. Do you want to leave here?" The words pierced through his thoughts and brought him out of his daydream. All that Tristan could manage to get out was a "Yes, sir!"
"Good. With that final you will be leaving here in the morning. All the arrangements have been made for your travel. I expect you to have all your things cleared out of your bunk by 8:30 tomorrow morning. You may go now."
"Thank you sir. I have learned so much since I came here. Thank you for making me the man I am today."
Tristan saluted the General again and then he left to go get packed. When he got back to his bunk he started thinking about Rory again. The last time he saw her it was the night of their production of Romeo and Juliet. How he wished that he had kissed her goodbye that night. "I wonder if she's still with Dean?" he mused to himself. "Man that guy was a jerk. I hope she's realized that since then."
The next morning Tristan was all packed by the crack of dawn. He paced around until he saw a limosine driving toward his bunker. He jumped up and gathered his stuff. When he got to the limo, he saw his father get out.
"Hello sir. I've missed you"
"I've missed you too son. My they really made a man out of you. Your mother is at home anxious to see you."
"I'm anxious to see her too. How is everyone in Hartford?"
The conversation went back and forth like that until they got to the airport. On the planeride home, Tristan slept the whole time. When they got back to Hartford, the first thing Tristan did was hug his mother and then he went to his room and unpacked all his stuff. He couldn't wait to get to school on Monday. He had to see if his sweet, precious Mary was still there.
Later that night he overheard his parents talking. "Did you see how he went straight to his room and unpacked all his stuff by himself?" his mother said. "He wouldn't let one of the servants do it like he had before. I do believe our son has really changed." "He had better have changed with all the money we spent sending him there," his father replied. Hearing that Tristan walked away smiling to himself. As he drifted off to sleep that night his thoughts were focused on Rory and seeing her in 3 more days.