Errr I had this chapter-and it was loooong-almost done and a script error
came up and it closed it. OMG I am SO mad right now!!! But it's three
days later as I write this last part and I haven't been able to do it becuz
I've been really sick since Friday and I haven't gone to school all week
and it's Stat 9 testing (standerdized) and I finally decided to just work
on my stories. I'm finally 13! It was my birthday Sunday and of course I
was very sick. Go figure, huh? Also I decided my next Higher Ground fic
will probably focus on Ezra, since their are so few of him, and in this fic
he'll be featured a lot more, startingin this chapter.
Janae stared at him. "NO! I hate him! He abandoned us when we were four because our mom died!" She yelled angrily, while Jamall just stared ahead, biting on his lip. "Listen, if you don't want to-" "I don't!" Janae said angrily, got up and left, heading towards the cafeteria. "Jamall?" Peter asked in an exasperated tone. "Um, can I think about it?" He asked.
Peter smiled. "Sure. No rush." He assured him and Jamall nodded and left, also.
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Nicole sat on her bed, reading a eight-year-old letter, from when she was four. It was a letter from the man she thought was her dad saying "I can't be your father anymore" and blah blah about "Oh, I still love you. Don't let anyone change your mind," Did he think Nicole believed him? At age four she had been abadoned. Sure, she'd later learn-at age 10-that her real father lived in Minnesota-but for six years, and still now, she was fatherless. Then she started calling her stepdad-Scott-Dad and things got "better" again. Until Richard.
Richard was ten at the time, and Nicole six. He went to live with his father for reasons still not clear to her. All's she knew was that her brother had split the family up. With Miguel gone, Nicole wasn't the same. She became dangerous. Her dirt bike became her favorite toy, especially without her uniform she was suppose to wear with it. SHe went to cutting.
THen, at age 10, she met her biological dad. He had a wife, her stepmom whom she loved, and her stepbrother Dylan, then he was only 2 but now four, and her one-month-old sister, Destin. Or half-sister, but she HAD no halfs and steps in her eyes.
But even since then, seeing her father twice a year, she hated her life. She remembered hte three years she lived with her Grandma, sisters and mom and stepdad. Her grandma, in her mind, hated her. She through her against the wall by her neck, screamed at her, whatever she could do and get away with it. However that was when they lived in Virginia, and when they moved back to Georgia in Jonesboro, she stayed for a year then also moved down and lived 15 minutes away in Stockbridge. She still yelled a lot but now that Nicole's parents didn't work as much since her stepdad worked at Bellsouth in Atlanta in an office at the inforum building she never dared to hit her.
Richard had also came back to live with them when they first moved to Georgia. Jordan and Taryn had barely remembered him, for they only saw him on Summers and Christmas.
Nicole stood up and walked out the door, not wanting to remember anything bad in her life and to make her cut herself.
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Ezra and Adam sat at a bench. Everyone was real spread out today, not at all the benches. Scott and Nicole-who was late and looked as if she had been crying- were at the edge of the woods on a log, and the others were in various places, but Kat and Miguel were at the last bench.
"So, Adam, hows it goin' so far?" "Considering I'm not new to the school, technically, it's going better than the other kids probably," Adam answered. "Well, do you remember the topic Peter assigned yesterday?" 'Gee, you think, sherlock? It's not like I have short term memory-" "Oh, gee, look at the time, it's time for break-" "I just got here! Not that I wanna talk..."
"Well, it's not mY fault you were late. Go talk to Kristin or someone. She's worried about you," Ezra said. "Whatever. Meet you back in 40." Adam said and left.
Ezra stood up and started walking back to the dorm to get something but bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry," He said and looked up. He reconized the girl as Kelsey Williams, a Sunchaser. She was 17 (I have no clue how old Ezra was so let's say 17, to) and had long black hair with blonde highlights and her skin was naturally tanned, like Scott's. Her eyes were grayish green. Ezra had only talked to her once before, when he first came, since two groups never really interacted. "Oh, it's okay. It's partly my fault, also. I should've been watching where I was going. You're Ezra, right?" She asked, sticking out her hand. Ezra shook her hand and smiled back. "Yeah. You're Kelsey?" "Yes, but I prefer Kel. It's what all my friends call me." She explained. "Oh, okay. So, what were you doing?" "Oh, nothing. Peter wanted to talk to me. Probably about my mother's rehab update. What were you doing?" "I just got done talking with one of the little kids. We were taking a break." "Oh. I think it's great that you'll are doing this, even if Peter *did* make you," She said with a smirk, and Ezra smirked back.
"Well, I better get going. Talk to you later?" Kel offered. "Yeah, sure," Ezra said. "Bye," they both said and Kel walked off, leaving Ezra staring after.
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Well that's it. I hoped you liked it, and it's longer than most of my chapters, I'll try to keep them this way. I hope the Nicole thing wasn't to hard to understand, I'm sick so my head's not clear. The first version- before it got deleted-was better and explained it better, so if you don't get it I'll re-type this chapter. Bye!
Janae stared at him. "NO! I hate him! He abandoned us when we were four because our mom died!" She yelled angrily, while Jamall just stared ahead, biting on his lip. "Listen, if you don't want to-" "I don't!" Janae said angrily, got up and left, heading towards the cafeteria. "Jamall?" Peter asked in an exasperated tone. "Um, can I think about it?" He asked.
Peter smiled. "Sure. No rush." He assured him and Jamall nodded and left, also.
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Nicole sat on her bed, reading a eight-year-old letter, from when she was four. It was a letter from the man she thought was her dad saying "I can't be your father anymore" and blah blah about "Oh, I still love you. Don't let anyone change your mind," Did he think Nicole believed him? At age four she had been abadoned. Sure, she'd later learn-at age 10-that her real father lived in Minnesota-but for six years, and still now, she was fatherless. Then she started calling her stepdad-Scott-Dad and things got "better" again. Until Richard.
Richard was ten at the time, and Nicole six. He went to live with his father for reasons still not clear to her. All's she knew was that her brother had split the family up. With Miguel gone, Nicole wasn't the same. She became dangerous. Her dirt bike became her favorite toy, especially without her uniform she was suppose to wear with it. SHe went to cutting.
THen, at age 10, she met her biological dad. He had a wife, her stepmom whom she loved, and her stepbrother Dylan, then he was only 2 but now four, and her one-month-old sister, Destin. Or half-sister, but she HAD no halfs and steps in her eyes.
But even since then, seeing her father twice a year, she hated her life. She remembered hte three years she lived with her Grandma, sisters and mom and stepdad. Her grandma, in her mind, hated her. She through her against the wall by her neck, screamed at her, whatever she could do and get away with it. However that was when they lived in Virginia, and when they moved back to Georgia in Jonesboro, she stayed for a year then also moved down and lived 15 minutes away in Stockbridge. She still yelled a lot but now that Nicole's parents didn't work as much since her stepdad worked at Bellsouth in Atlanta in an office at the inforum building she never dared to hit her.
Richard had also came back to live with them when they first moved to Georgia. Jordan and Taryn had barely remembered him, for they only saw him on Summers and Christmas.
Nicole stood up and walked out the door, not wanting to remember anything bad in her life and to make her cut herself.
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Ezra and Adam sat at a bench. Everyone was real spread out today, not at all the benches. Scott and Nicole-who was late and looked as if she had been crying- were at the edge of the woods on a log, and the others were in various places, but Kat and Miguel were at the last bench.
"So, Adam, hows it goin' so far?" "Considering I'm not new to the school, technically, it's going better than the other kids probably," Adam answered. "Well, do you remember the topic Peter assigned yesterday?" 'Gee, you think, sherlock? It's not like I have short term memory-" "Oh, gee, look at the time, it's time for break-" "I just got here! Not that I wanna talk..."
"Well, it's not mY fault you were late. Go talk to Kristin or someone. She's worried about you," Ezra said. "Whatever. Meet you back in 40." Adam said and left.
Ezra stood up and started walking back to the dorm to get something but bumped into someone. "Oh, sorry," He said and looked up. He reconized the girl as Kelsey Williams, a Sunchaser. She was 17 (I have no clue how old Ezra was so let's say 17, to) and had long black hair with blonde highlights and her skin was naturally tanned, like Scott's. Her eyes were grayish green. Ezra had only talked to her once before, when he first came, since two groups never really interacted. "Oh, it's okay. It's partly my fault, also. I should've been watching where I was going. You're Ezra, right?" She asked, sticking out her hand. Ezra shook her hand and smiled back. "Yeah. You're Kelsey?" "Yes, but I prefer Kel. It's what all my friends call me." She explained. "Oh, okay. So, what were you doing?" "Oh, nothing. Peter wanted to talk to me. Probably about my mother's rehab update. What were you doing?" "I just got done talking with one of the little kids. We were taking a break." "Oh. I think it's great that you'll are doing this, even if Peter *did* make you," She said with a smirk, and Ezra smirked back.
"Well, I better get going. Talk to you later?" Kel offered. "Yeah, sure," Ezra said. "Bye," they both said and Kel walked off, leaving Ezra staring after.
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Well that's it. I hoped you liked it, and it's longer than most of my chapters, I'll try to keep them this way. I hope the Nicole thing wasn't to hard to understand, I'm sick so my head's not clear. The first version- before it got deleted-was better and explained it better, so if you don't get it I'll re-type this chapter. Bye!