Glad To Be Unhappy
Author Notes- Heaven forbid, I posted. I know the fear you must be experiencing must be horrific. I know its short, but its something. And for those of you who kept asking me about writing more, I finally did. And for those of you who have been less than helpful during my absence, you can lump it. I decided to try and finish these stories for the people who were intrested in the other things I had going on, not just these. Its to those people I dedicate this too. Thanks guys! NO beta reading on this, just wrote and posted.
Disclaimer-Don't own em. I would hope you'd know this by now.
Chapter 2- Trash
"Hello Kenny." Jamie greeted.
"I heard about what happened. I just wanted to offer my help if you need it."
"Thanks." Jamie said a bit uncertainly.
"I have to go, but come sit with us at lunch." He offered a slight smile and hurried off.
"Since when has he done that turn about?" Jamie asked. Caitie shrugged. Fishing around in his locker he retrieved several books and shoved them into his bag. Caitie closed the door as he tried to situate himself on the crutch, the two then headed off to his first class of the day.
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"If I hear one more person say they are so glad to have me back, I'm going to scream. I don't even know half of these people!" Tyler smiled slightly.
"At least its welcoming."
"Yeah, I mean, see one day they ignore you completely, the next, they're treating you like your a king. See what a little bear attack can do for you?" Jamie snickered a bit, but was quickly cut off as he was hit from behind, and sent crashing down, landing on his bad leg. He managed to stifle his cry of pain, but had to blink quickly to rid his eyes of the tears that had welled up in them.
"Jamie!" Tyler gasped, leaning down to try and help him to his feet.
"Watch where your goin' Waite." A football player who had never particularly cared for Jamie snarled.
"Excuse me, but you hit me!"
"Yeah, whatever." He rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Jones, knock it off!" Tyler stepped in.
"Can it Connell." Tyler kept an hand wrapped around Jamie's arm. To keep him steady, and to keep him from lunging at the large football player.
"Lets go." Jamie said rolling his eyes. Tyler and Jamie turned an began walking (or hobbling) off.
"To bad that bear didn't finish you off Waite, then our school one would free of one more piece of trash." Jamie froze for just a moment, and Tyler could swear, he saw hurt filter across his face before he shook his head and continued on. As they left, the sound of laughter clearly rang in Tyler's ears.
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"That's so horrible!" Val exclaimed when Tyler explained to Hank and Val what Jones had said.
"Jamie just took it?" Hank asked, concern creeping into his voice.
"Yeah, that isn't like him." Val agreed.
"He looked upset, but then tried to hide it really fast. You know Jamie." The other two nodded.
"Poor Jamie." Val sighed. "He's been through such a hard time, and people still can't find it in them to be nice."
"Not everyone is nice Val." Hank replied.
"I know, but its not fair." Tyler nodded in agreement.
"There's nothing we can do except support him." Hank said.
"I know. That's what bothers me. We can't do anything else." The two boys nodded in a frustrated agreement. The alarm sounded then, and the group quickly ran towards the ambulance, they're concern for Jamie momentarily put aside.
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Caitie met Jamie at his locker. "So, was it excruciating?"
"More so than I had imagined." Jamie replied with a grimace.
"Sore?"
"Yeah." He re-adjusted his crutch.
"Dying to go?"
"Defiantly."
"I'm suppose to take you straight home." Caitie said.
"How about we go for pizza instead?" Jamie replied.
"Will Peter care?"
"He won't be home until later. But I'll call him if it makes you feel better."
"Naw, lets go." Caitie smiled and the two headed towards the door. As they walked, Jones stuck his foot out and Jamie tripped, this time not going down but managing to catch himself with his crutch, causing pain to shoot through his arm.
"Watch it you stupid jock!" Caitie snapped.
"Oh what's this?" Jones smiled condescendingly at her.
"Let it go." Jamie muttered.
"That's a good boy Waite." Jones snarled as Jamie and Caitie headed towards the double doors.
"Why'd you let that jerk do that to you?!" Caitie demanded once they were outside.
"Caitie, if I had energy to spare, I would have delivered what he had coming, but I can barely move. What am I gonna do? Hit him with my crutch?"
"Yes!"
"And then get the living hell beat out of me for it? No thanks. We'll wait until my leg heals up a bit." Caitie sighed and opened the passenger side door for him.
"You still want pizza?" Caitie asked.
"No, I've lost my appetite." Caitie nodded slightly and the two headed to his home.
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Jamie's leg was killing him. The day had been taxing, and the fall didn't help any. He stumbled around his home, using his crutch the best he could. He was hurting, but he wouldn't tell Peter. Luckily Peter wasn't home yet, so he could just let his hurt show. In the kitchen he attempted to make himself a sandwich. He suddenly felt his hip pop and he was falling.
Okay, look I wrote.....I know, I bet you thought I'd just given up all hope. Well I had. I'm gonna try and finish these stories up for you, but expect long delays if your even interested anymore. Sorry.
Author Notes- Heaven forbid, I posted. I know the fear you must be experiencing must be horrific. I know its short, but its something. And for those of you who kept asking me about writing more, I finally did. And for those of you who have been less than helpful during my absence, you can lump it. I decided to try and finish these stories for the people who were intrested in the other things I had going on, not just these. Its to those people I dedicate this too. Thanks guys! NO beta reading on this, just wrote and posted.
Disclaimer-Don't own em. I would hope you'd know this by now.
Chapter 2- Trash
"Hello Kenny." Jamie greeted.
"I heard about what happened. I just wanted to offer my help if you need it."
"Thanks." Jamie said a bit uncertainly.
"I have to go, but come sit with us at lunch." He offered a slight smile and hurried off.
"Since when has he done that turn about?" Jamie asked. Caitie shrugged. Fishing around in his locker he retrieved several books and shoved them into his bag. Caitie closed the door as he tried to situate himself on the crutch, the two then headed off to his first class of the day.
*************************************************************
"If I hear one more person say they are so glad to have me back, I'm going to scream. I don't even know half of these people!" Tyler smiled slightly.
"At least its welcoming."
"Yeah, I mean, see one day they ignore you completely, the next, they're treating you like your a king. See what a little bear attack can do for you?" Jamie snickered a bit, but was quickly cut off as he was hit from behind, and sent crashing down, landing on his bad leg. He managed to stifle his cry of pain, but had to blink quickly to rid his eyes of the tears that had welled up in them.
"Jamie!" Tyler gasped, leaning down to try and help him to his feet.
"Watch where your goin' Waite." A football player who had never particularly cared for Jamie snarled.
"Excuse me, but you hit me!"
"Yeah, whatever." He rolled his eyes.
"Hey, Jones, knock it off!" Tyler stepped in.
"Can it Connell." Tyler kept an hand wrapped around Jamie's arm. To keep him steady, and to keep him from lunging at the large football player.
"Lets go." Jamie said rolling his eyes. Tyler and Jamie turned an began walking (or hobbling) off.
"To bad that bear didn't finish you off Waite, then our school one would free of one more piece of trash." Jamie froze for just a moment, and Tyler could swear, he saw hurt filter across his face before he shook his head and continued on. As they left, the sound of laughter clearly rang in Tyler's ears.
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"That's so horrible!" Val exclaimed when Tyler explained to Hank and Val what Jones had said.
"Jamie just took it?" Hank asked, concern creeping into his voice.
"Yeah, that isn't like him." Val agreed.
"He looked upset, but then tried to hide it really fast. You know Jamie." The other two nodded.
"Poor Jamie." Val sighed. "He's been through such a hard time, and people still can't find it in them to be nice."
"Not everyone is nice Val." Hank replied.
"I know, but its not fair." Tyler nodded in agreement.
"There's nothing we can do except support him." Hank said.
"I know. That's what bothers me. We can't do anything else." The two boys nodded in a frustrated agreement. The alarm sounded then, and the group quickly ran towards the ambulance, they're concern for Jamie momentarily put aside.
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Caitie met Jamie at his locker. "So, was it excruciating?"
"More so than I had imagined." Jamie replied with a grimace.
"Sore?"
"Yeah." He re-adjusted his crutch.
"Dying to go?"
"Defiantly."
"I'm suppose to take you straight home." Caitie said.
"How about we go for pizza instead?" Jamie replied.
"Will Peter care?"
"He won't be home until later. But I'll call him if it makes you feel better."
"Naw, lets go." Caitie smiled and the two headed towards the door. As they walked, Jones stuck his foot out and Jamie tripped, this time not going down but managing to catch himself with his crutch, causing pain to shoot through his arm.
"Watch it you stupid jock!" Caitie snapped.
"Oh what's this?" Jones smiled condescendingly at her.
"Let it go." Jamie muttered.
"That's a good boy Waite." Jones snarled as Jamie and Caitie headed towards the double doors.
"Why'd you let that jerk do that to you?!" Caitie demanded once they were outside.
"Caitie, if I had energy to spare, I would have delivered what he had coming, but I can barely move. What am I gonna do? Hit him with my crutch?"
"Yes!"
"And then get the living hell beat out of me for it? No thanks. We'll wait until my leg heals up a bit." Caitie sighed and opened the passenger side door for him.
"You still want pizza?" Caitie asked.
"No, I've lost my appetite." Caitie nodded slightly and the two headed to his home.
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Jamie's leg was killing him. The day had been taxing, and the fall didn't help any. He stumbled around his home, using his crutch the best he could. He was hurting, but he wouldn't tell Peter. Luckily Peter wasn't home yet, so he could just let his hurt show. In the kitchen he attempted to make himself a sandwich. He suddenly felt his hip pop and he was falling.
Okay, look I wrote.....I know, I bet you thought I'd just given up all hope. Well I had. I'm gonna try and finish these stories up for you, but expect long delays if your even interested anymore. Sorry.