The Olympic Brothers--seven?!
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Kristin waited nervously in Peter's office. She hadn't done anything wrong (except for a few "verbal confrontations" with Jason, and maybe one or two innapropriate words or tricks), and the look on Sophie's face when she told her to be there after dinner gave Kristin a weary feeling.
Peter and Sophie walked in. They both looked real grim, which made her squirm even more. "What'd I do?" She asked. "Nothing." Peter answered.
"You remember when, last Christmas, you had just came? And you got back from Scott's and we said your dad's rights had been taken away-" Sophie started but Kristin interupted in a bitter voice, "sure. I also remember how his rights were exactly really taken away."
"Well, do you want him able to get you back? To hurt you again, to be free on the streets again?" Peter asked. "Of course not!" Kristin exclaimed. "Well, in order to do so, we need to have a trial." Sophie finished.
"So? Have a trial. What's the big deal?" Kristin asked. "It's not that simple, Kristin. They need witnesses, and evidence to convict someone of child abuse. They need you to testify."
Kristin shook her head. "No way. i've seen those types of trials on TV. The guy is never convicted because the kid is to scared to do anything but stutter. NO." She said firmly. "Kristin, if you don't then there is a chance that he can get you back, to take you away."
"I'm a PERSON. I have rights, you know! SHouldn't I be allowed to say whether or not I want to be with him or not??" she cried. "Of course you're a person, and you have the basic rights..Like freedom of speech, religion, etc, but you're also a CHILD. A twelve-year-old child. And, as much as I know it's not fair, according to most people, you don't have rights. To them, you're just a little dot in this world, just here because your parents wanted a kid. No special reason." Peter tried to explain as simple as possible.
"But won't they just see those pictures you took and convict him? Or can't I write it or somethin'?" she begged. "If it were up to me, your father would be a dead man walking, and you know that. You would also be able to do whatever you want with the trial, but it's not up to me. I'm just your teacher; your instructer." Peter said what Sophie was thinking.
"I'll do it. But only because, if he ever gets me back I don't know what I'll do." she said bitterly and walked out slowly, but Peter could seeshe was crying.
Peter slunk down into his chair and Sophie sat on his desk. "So, what went on today?" she asked. "Cole's not going anymore. I caught him outside smoking a cigeratte, so I said he had to stay and do kitchens." Peter told her.
She smiled a little. "WHat?" he asked. "You know that's probably what he wanted...right? He wasn't to happy about spending his time with a bunch of kids." Sophie reminded him.
"This day just keeps getting better and better. Thanks, Soph. You could've at least let me going on, being an idiot." Peter said sarcastically, but he was grinning a little.
He walked to the boys dorm and pulled Cole aside seperately. "Yeah, Peter?" Cole asked in a pretend annoyed voice. "I know you'll be thrilled to hear," Peter started as Cole girnned, thinking he was going to be allowed to participate in at least the soccer event, "that you'll still be going to the orphanage."
Cole's smile dropped. "Oh...Uh, thanks. Am I off the hook for kitchens?" he asked hopefully. But the smile on Peter's face, Cole was prepared for an "of course", but his smile faded again when Peter laugheda little.
"Of course not, Taylor."
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Kristin waited nervously in Peter's office. She hadn't done anything wrong (except for a few "verbal confrontations" with Jason, and maybe one or two innapropriate words or tricks), and the look on Sophie's face when she told her to be there after dinner gave Kristin a weary feeling.
Peter and Sophie walked in. They both looked real grim, which made her squirm even more. "What'd I do?" She asked. "Nothing." Peter answered.
"You remember when, last Christmas, you had just came? And you got back from Scott's and we said your dad's rights had been taken away-" Sophie started but Kristin interupted in a bitter voice, "sure. I also remember how his rights were exactly really taken away."
"Well, do you want him able to get you back? To hurt you again, to be free on the streets again?" Peter asked. "Of course not!" Kristin exclaimed. "Well, in order to do so, we need to have a trial." Sophie finished.
"So? Have a trial. What's the big deal?" Kristin asked. "It's not that simple, Kristin. They need witnesses, and evidence to convict someone of child abuse. They need you to testify."
Kristin shook her head. "No way. i've seen those types of trials on TV. The guy is never convicted because the kid is to scared to do anything but stutter. NO." She said firmly. "Kristin, if you don't then there is a chance that he can get you back, to take you away."
"I'm a PERSON. I have rights, you know! SHouldn't I be allowed to say whether or not I want to be with him or not??" she cried. "Of course you're a person, and you have the basic rights..Like freedom of speech, religion, etc, but you're also a CHILD. A twelve-year-old child. And, as much as I know it's not fair, according to most people, you don't have rights. To them, you're just a little dot in this world, just here because your parents wanted a kid. No special reason." Peter tried to explain as simple as possible.
"But won't they just see those pictures you took and convict him? Or can't I write it or somethin'?" she begged. "If it were up to me, your father would be a dead man walking, and you know that. You would also be able to do whatever you want with the trial, but it's not up to me. I'm just your teacher; your instructer." Peter said what Sophie was thinking.
"I'll do it. But only because, if he ever gets me back I don't know what I'll do." she said bitterly and walked out slowly, but Peter could seeshe was crying.
Peter slunk down into his chair and Sophie sat on his desk. "So, what went on today?" she asked. "Cole's not going anymore. I caught him outside smoking a cigeratte, so I said he had to stay and do kitchens." Peter told her.
She smiled a little. "WHat?" he asked. "You know that's probably what he wanted...right? He wasn't to happy about spending his time with a bunch of kids." Sophie reminded him.
"This day just keeps getting better and better. Thanks, Soph. You could've at least let me going on, being an idiot." Peter said sarcastically, but he was grinning a little.
He walked to the boys dorm and pulled Cole aside seperately. "Yeah, Peter?" Cole asked in a pretend annoyed voice. "I know you'll be thrilled to hear," Peter started as Cole girnned, thinking he was going to be allowed to participate in at least the soccer event, "that you'll still be going to the orphanage."
Cole's smile dropped. "Oh...Uh, thanks. Am I off the hook for kitchens?" he asked hopefully. But the smile on Peter's face, Cole was prepared for an "of course", but his smile faded again when Peter laugheda little.
"Of course not, Taylor."