A/N: Sorry for the long wait.
This Too Shall Pass 2: Return to Uncertainty
Chapter Two: Second Changes? Not likely…
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Jamie stood in front of the door., still deciding wither he should go in or run away, run far, far away now. "Hey Jamie." Hank said as he ran up to his friend. " We'd better go, unless you want to be late for French." Jamie signed. He supposed he'd be going in now. As Jamie stepped in he saw groups of people staring at him, their conversation seizing. He got through the crowd, finally glad to see the familiar site of his locker.
However, his locker was not so glad to see him. Painted in bright red print were the words : MURDERER. Instead, of walking away he pretended that it didn't bother him, that he didn't even see it, and opened his locker and got his books.
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"Where are you going?' Paul Powell questioned his wife as she picked up their two year old daughter Hannah.
"To my parents. They invited us for dinner." Megan Waite Powell stated keeping firm.
Paul became silent. "To see Jamie."
"He's my brother!" she said. "Why do you still think he's guilty?"
"If he wasn't they wouldn't have arrested him."
"He wasn't convicted, Paul!" Megan yelled as the baby began to cry.
"I don't want you around him. I don't want him in our house. I don't want Hannah with him." Paul ordered looking at her five months pregnant stomach. Megan as wild and rebellious as her youngest brother turned her head and walked out the door.
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A/N: More to come soon ( and longer) I promise!
This Too Shall Pass 2: Return to Uncertainty
Chapter Two: Second Changes? Not likely…
*~*
Jamie stood in front of the door., still deciding wither he should go in or run away, run far, far away now. "Hey Jamie." Hank said as he ran up to his friend. " We'd better go, unless you want to be late for French." Jamie signed. He supposed he'd be going in now. As Jamie stepped in he saw groups of people staring at him, their conversation seizing. He got through the crowd, finally glad to see the familiar site of his locker.
However, his locker was not so glad to see him. Painted in bright red print were the words : MURDERER. Instead, of walking away he pretended that it didn't bother him, that he didn't even see it, and opened his locker and got his books.
*~*
"Where are you going?' Paul Powell questioned his wife as she picked up their two year old daughter Hannah.
"To my parents. They invited us for dinner." Megan Waite Powell stated keeping firm.
Paul became silent. "To see Jamie."
"He's my brother!" she said. "Why do you still think he's guilty?"
"If he wasn't they wouldn't have arrested him."
"He wasn't convicted, Paul!" Megan yelled as the baby began to cry.
"I don't want you around him. I don't want him in our house. I don't want Hannah with him." Paul ordered looking at her five months pregnant stomach. Megan as wild and rebellious as her youngest brother turned her head and walked out the door.
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A/N: More to come soon ( and longer) I promise!