Sorry it took me so long to get this out, first I couldn't find the
diskette that I had this chapter on and when I did the diskette I found out
that it was ruined and I had to retype this chapter. Grrrrrr…technology.
Anywho, hope you enjoy this; I will try to get the next part out as soon as
possible.
True Trust
Part: 3
Polaris-Willow turned to ask Saphrin what the name of the hex was that Relina had put on her locker when someone bumped into her. Polaris-Willow looked for the perpetrator finding the new boy a step ahead of her running at top speed. If he said an apology Polaris-Willow couldn't hear it.
"Watch where you're going!" Polaris-Willow snapped, he just kept going, not looking back.
"Well he seems rater rude!" Thyme commented, looking shocked.
"Yeah, but he does have a nice butt," Briar said, a wicked grin on her face.
"Oooooo…yeah!" Becky agreed grinning.
"I'll give him that," Polaris-Willow conceded eyeing Ruhe's backside.
They all burst out laughing.
"Well this is my stop," Polaris-Willow said, a grin still on her face.
"Thank you for traveling Redthorn Club Airlines. Please watch your step and we had better see you at lunch," Briar said mimicking a flight attendant's voice.
The group laughed and shook their heads in turn at Briar's antics.
"Later," Polaris-Willow laughed.
"Merry part," Saphrin replied, "'till we meet again."
"All aboard for Physics, Chemistry, Economics and U.S. History!" Briar hollered, "Chuga-chuga choo-choo!"
Polaris-Willow watched her friends take off down the hall in a single file line playing "train."
She then straitened up held her head high and opened the door to the classroom. She carelessly closed the door behind her and sauntered to her seat.
"Ms. Redfern, would you care to enlighten us as to why you are late?" the teacher, Ms. Macloud, asked in her Scottish accent, an eyebrow raised enquiringly.
"There was a very interesting display going on in the hallway," Polaris- Willow answered lightly, "I merely stopped to watch."
"And what, pray tell, was this…display about?" Ms. Macloud asked in an equally light voice, crossing her arms.
"Saphrin Harman biting Relina Harman's head off," Polaris-Willow answered in the same tone, "The dialogue was quite interesting. Would you like me to repeat it to you?"
"Seeing as how this is an argument between the Harman girls we are talking about I have on doubts that the language was quite…colorful. So I must ask you to refrain from telling us what it was, besides if I am not mistaken, I'm sure most of the school heard it," Ms. Macloud remarked dryly with laughter in her eyes.
There was stifled laughter from everyone.
"Now down to business," Ms. Macloud began, there were groans all around the room, "I am going to ask you to act out some of the scenes from Twelfth Night."
"But we haven't even started it yet!" protested Christina North. Christina was Philip Noth's, Poppy's twin brother, daughter.
"That is the whole idea, I want you to act on instinct."
"That's cool," Polaris-Willow said enthusiastically, almost everyone groaned.
Ms. Macloud, in Polaris-Willow's opinion, was one of the coolest teachers in the school; she was human, but she wasn't at all scared of her Night World students; she treated them just like her human ones. She also had been working for Circle Daybreak since before the Millennium, just like Polaris-Willow's parents, Poppy, James and all the adults on Redthorn Road.
"Thank you Polaris," Ms. Macloud smiled, "How would you like to start us off?"
"I'm game."
"Great! Who wants to pair up with her?" Ms. Macloud asked enthusiastically, looking around the room.
"I will," came a male voice from behind Polaris-Willow. Polaris-Willow turned around to find who had spoken.
"Well I am glad to see that you want to get started right away on your first day, Ruhe! Come on up to the front you two."
~*~
Ruhe eyed Polaris-Willow as he walked to the front of the class, and she eyed him right back, insolently. 'She's got guts,' Ruhe thought to himself. She of course knew who he was, but she stared right back at him when most others would have shied away, anyone who did that was either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Ruhe was betting on the former, because it was obvious that she was intelligent, she just wasn't afraid of him. Ruhe looked Polaris-Willow up and down; she was about half a head shorter than he with calm blue eyes and ash blond hair.
Ruhe carried his copy of Twelfth Night with him, but he noticed that Polaris-Willow did not. 'Great, is she one of those flirt types?' Ruhe groaned inwardly. She didn't look or act like that type, but still…
"Let's read Act Four Scene One," Polaris-Willow rapped out, more of a command than a suggestion, "I'll be the Clown and you can be Sebastian."
Clown/Polaris-Willow: Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you? (she said this in a sarcastic voice, not once looking at the book.)
Sebastian/Ruhe: Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow: Let me be clear of thee (he said this beseechingly, closing the book at the last line.)
Clown: Well held out i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent by my lady to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither (pointing to her nose.) Nothing that is so is so.
Sebastian: I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou know'st me not.
Clown: Vent my folly! (sounding shocked) he has heard that word of some great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid that this great lubber, the world will prove a cockney. I prithee now ungrid thy strangeness and tell me what shall I vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
Sebastian: I prithee foolish Greek depart from me: There's money for thee (pretending to place money in her hand, not touching her): if you tarry longer I shall give thee worse payment.
Clown: By my troth, thou hast an open hand. Thew wise men that give fools money get themselves a good report – After fourteen years purchase.
Polaris-Willow and Ruhe stopped, waiting for Ms. Macloud to either join in or appoint some students to. But she didn't, she just stared at them in slight shock.
"Do Act Three Scene One, Polaris be the Clown again and Ruhe be Cesario," Ms. Macloud told them, "No books."
Cesario/Ruhe: Save thee friend, and thy music: dost thou live by thy tabor?
Clown/Polaris-Willow: No, Sir, I live by the church.
Cesario: Art thou a churchman?
Clown: No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for I live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.
Cesario: So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or , the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor doth stand by the church.
Clown: You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; how quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!
"Now Act One Scene Five," Ms. Macloud rapped out, looking intrigued, "Polaris be Maria and Ruhe be the Clown."
Maria/Polaris-Willow: Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wid as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.
Clown/Ruhe: Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colors.
Maria: Make that good.
Clown: He shall see none to fear.
Maria: A good Lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no colors.'
Clown: Where good Mistress Mary?
Maria: In the wars; and that you may be bold as to say it in your foolery.
Clown: Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; and those that are fools let them use their talents.
Maria: Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or, to be turned away, is not that as good as hanging to you?
Clown: Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and for turning away, let summer bear it out.
"Enough," Ms. Macloud announced, "would you two mind telling me why you know this play word for word?"
"I was in the play last year," Ruhe explained.
"Twelfth Night has been my favorite book since I was little," Polaris- Willow said, almost defiantly.
"And have either of you possibly read any other books?"
Polaris-Willow sighed and started ticking titles off her fingers, "Pride and Prejudice; The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn; Comedy of Errors; Tempest; Taming of the Shrew; Midsummer Night's Dream; Jane Eyre; As You Like It; Persuasions; Emma."
"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn; The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; Taming of the Shrew; A Christmas Carol; Hamlet; Macbeth; The Great Gatsby; As You Like It; Wuthering Heights; Pride and Prejudice," Ruhe rattled off.
"What? No Romeo and Juliet?" Ms Macloud asked with just a hint of sarcasm.
"I knew I forgot something," Polaris-Willow said, snapping her fingers in mock disappointment.
"Sorry, do you want me to add that to my list?" Ruhe said a second later.
"Both of you, enough," Ms. Macloud ordered, "Now, have you read any poetry to compliment that book list?"
"Yes," Polaris-Willow and Ruhe answered at the same time, they turned and glared at each other.
"Edgar Allen Poe 'The Raven'?"
"Take thy beak from out my heart,…" Ruhe started.
"…and take thy form from off my door!" Polaris-Willow continued.
"Quoth the raven,…" Ruhe added.
"Nevermore!" they finished together.
"Stanza 17," Polaris-Willow stated, "though I prefer Emily Dickenson myself."
"I knew I should have asked you what books you had read…both of you," Ms. Macloud groaned.
Snickers came from the class, but were silenced by a glare from Ms. Macloud.
"Since both of you have read most of the reading list and then some, I will have a slightly different reading list for you, and a way to test you on the books you have read already. Now both of you, please, sit down."
"Well, well, the goody-goodies get on the teacher's good side, surprise, surprise," came a mocking voice.
"Get bent and die, smart ass," Polaris-Willow said sweetly, not looking at the speaker.
Ruhe looked around and was a handsome and arrogant looking vampire with red hair and golden hawk eyes, obviously a descendent of Hunter Redfern.
"Shove it up your - ," the Redfern snarled.
"Finish that sentence and you will have detention for a week, Brush Redfern!" Ms. Macloud informed him sharply.
Polaris-Willow coolly sat down in her seat next to Brush. Ruhe took his seat behind Brush.
"Half-breed bitch!" Brush quietly spat at Polaris-Willow.
"A half-breed bitch I may be, but at least I am not a murdering bastard," Polaris-Willow informed him coldly and calmly. Ruhe noticed that her eyes were a fierce green that belied her calm exterior.
'Weird, I thought that her eyes were blue,' Ruhe thought to himself, he shrugged the thought off as he heard Ms. Macloud announce the end of the period.
"Polaris; Ruhe," Ms. Macloud called, "I would like to speak to the both of you for a few minutes, I believe that you two have a free period now?" more a statement than a question. They both nodded. "Good I want to talk to you both about how class is going to work out for you."
'Great,' Ruhe thought, 'This is going to be a long period.'
TBC
True Trust
Part: 3
Polaris-Willow turned to ask Saphrin what the name of the hex was that Relina had put on her locker when someone bumped into her. Polaris-Willow looked for the perpetrator finding the new boy a step ahead of her running at top speed. If he said an apology Polaris-Willow couldn't hear it.
"Watch where you're going!" Polaris-Willow snapped, he just kept going, not looking back.
"Well he seems rater rude!" Thyme commented, looking shocked.
"Yeah, but he does have a nice butt," Briar said, a wicked grin on her face.
"Oooooo…yeah!" Becky agreed grinning.
"I'll give him that," Polaris-Willow conceded eyeing Ruhe's backside.
They all burst out laughing.
"Well this is my stop," Polaris-Willow said, a grin still on her face.
"Thank you for traveling Redthorn Club Airlines. Please watch your step and we had better see you at lunch," Briar said mimicking a flight attendant's voice.
The group laughed and shook their heads in turn at Briar's antics.
"Later," Polaris-Willow laughed.
"Merry part," Saphrin replied, "'till we meet again."
"All aboard for Physics, Chemistry, Economics and U.S. History!" Briar hollered, "Chuga-chuga choo-choo!"
Polaris-Willow watched her friends take off down the hall in a single file line playing "train."
She then straitened up held her head high and opened the door to the classroom. She carelessly closed the door behind her and sauntered to her seat.
"Ms. Redfern, would you care to enlighten us as to why you are late?" the teacher, Ms. Macloud, asked in her Scottish accent, an eyebrow raised enquiringly.
"There was a very interesting display going on in the hallway," Polaris- Willow answered lightly, "I merely stopped to watch."
"And what, pray tell, was this…display about?" Ms. Macloud asked in an equally light voice, crossing her arms.
"Saphrin Harman biting Relina Harman's head off," Polaris-Willow answered in the same tone, "The dialogue was quite interesting. Would you like me to repeat it to you?"
"Seeing as how this is an argument between the Harman girls we are talking about I have on doubts that the language was quite…colorful. So I must ask you to refrain from telling us what it was, besides if I am not mistaken, I'm sure most of the school heard it," Ms. Macloud remarked dryly with laughter in her eyes.
There was stifled laughter from everyone.
"Now down to business," Ms. Macloud began, there were groans all around the room, "I am going to ask you to act out some of the scenes from Twelfth Night."
"But we haven't even started it yet!" protested Christina North. Christina was Philip Noth's, Poppy's twin brother, daughter.
"That is the whole idea, I want you to act on instinct."
"That's cool," Polaris-Willow said enthusiastically, almost everyone groaned.
Ms. Macloud, in Polaris-Willow's opinion, was one of the coolest teachers in the school; she was human, but she wasn't at all scared of her Night World students; she treated them just like her human ones. She also had been working for Circle Daybreak since before the Millennium, just like Polaris-Willow's parents, Poppy, James and all the adults on Redthorn Road.
"Thank you Polaris," Ms. Macloud smiled, "How would you like to start us off?"
"I'm game."
"Great! Who wants to pair up with her?" Ms. Macloud asked enthusiastically, looking around the room.
"I will," came a male voice from behind Polaris-Willow. Polaris-Willow turned around to find who had spoken.
"Well I am glad to see that you want to get started right away on your first day, Ruhe! Come on up to the front you two."
~*~
Ruhe eyed Polaris-Willow as he walked to the front of the class, and she eyed him right back, insolently. 'She's got guts,' Ruhe thought to himself. She of course knew who he was, but she stared right back at him when most others would have shied away, anyone who did that was either incredibly brave or incredibly stupid. Ruhe was betting on the former, because it was obvious that she was intelligent, she just wasn't afraid of him. Ruhe looked Polaris-Willow up and down; she was about half a head shorter than he with calm blue eyes and ash blond hair.
Ruhe carried his copy of Twelfth Night with him, but he noticed that Polaris-Willow did not. 'Great, is she one of those flirt types?' Ruhe groaned inwardly. She didn't look or act like that type, but still…
"Let's read Act Four Scene One," Polaris-Willow rapped out, more of a command than a suggestion, "I'll be the Clown and you can be Sebastian."
Clown/Polaris-Willow: Will you make me believe that I am not sent for you? (she said this in a sarcastic voice, not once looking at the book.)
Sebastian/Ruhe: Go to, go to, thou art a foolish fellow: Let me be clear of thee (he said this beseechingly, closing the book at the last line.)
Clown: Well held out i'faith! No, I do not know you; nor I am not sent by my lady to bid you come speak with her; nor your name is not Master Cesario; nor this is not my nose neither (pointing to her nose.) Nothing that is so is so.
Sebastian: I prithee, vent thy folly somewhere else: Thou know'st me not.
Clown: Vent my folly! (sounding shocked) he has heard that word of some great man and now applies it to a fool. Vent my folly! I am afraid that this great lubber, the world will prove a cockney. I prithee now ungrid thy strangeness and tell me what shall I vent to my lady: shall I vent to her that thou art coming?
Sebastian: I prithee foolish Greek depart from me: There's money for thee (pretending to place money in her hand, not touching her): if you tarry longer I shall give thee worse payment.
Clown: By my troth, thou hast an open hand. Thew wise men that give fools money get themselves a good report – After fourteen years purchase.
Polaris-Willow and Ruhe stopped, waiting for Ms. Macloud to either join in or appoint some students to. But she didn't, she just stared at them in slight shock.
"Do Act Three Scene One, Polaris be the Clown again and Ruhe be Cesario," Ms. Macloud told them, "No books."
Cesario/Ruhe: Save thee friend, and thy music: dost thou live by thy tabor?
Clown/Polaris-Willow: No, Sir, I live by the church.
Cesario: Art thou a churchman?
Clown: No such matter, sir: I do live by the church; for I live at my house, and my house doth stand by the church.
Cesario: So thou mayst say, the king lies by a beggar, if a beggar dwell near him; or , the church stands by thy tabor, if thy tabor doth stand by the church.
Clown: You have said, sir. To see this age! A sentence is but a cheveril glove to a good wit; how quickly the wrong side may be turned outward!
"Now Act One Scene Five," Ms. Macloud rapped out, looking intrigued, "Polaris be Maria and Ruhe be the Clown."
Maria/Polaris-Willow: Nay, either tell me where thou hast been, or I will not open my lips so wid as a bristle may enter in way of thy excuse: my lady will hang thee for thy absence.
Clown/Ruhe: Let her hang me: he that is well hanged in this world needs to fear no colors.
Maria: Make that good.
Clown: He shall see none to fear.
Maria: A good Lenten answer: I can tell thee where that saying was born, of 'I fear no colors.'
Clown: Where good Mistress Mary?
Maria: In the wars; and that you may be bold as to say it in your foolery.
Clown: Well, God give them wisdom, that have it; and those that are fools let them use their talents.
Maria: Yet you will be hanged for being so long absent; or, to be turned away, is not that as good as hanging to you?
Clown: Many a good hanging prevents a bad marriage; and for turning away, let summer bear it out.
"Enough," Ms. Macloud announced, "would you two mind telling me why you know this play word for word?"
"I was in the play last year," Ruhe explained.
"Twelfth Night has been my favorite book since I was little," Polaris- Willow said, almost defiantly.
"And have either of you possibly read any other books?"
Polaris-Willow sighed and started ticking titles off her fingers, "Pride and Prejudice; The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn; Comedy of Errors; Tempest; Taming of the Shrew; Midsummer Night's Dream; Jane Eyre; As You Like It; Persuasions; Emma."
"The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn; The Adventures of Tom Sawyer; Taming of the Shrew; A Christmas Carol; Hamlet; Macbeth; The Great Gatsby; As You Like It; Wuthering Heights; Pride and Prejudice," Ruhe rattled off.
"What? No Romeo and Juliet?" Ms Macloud asked with just a hint of sarcasm.
"I knew I forgot something," Polaris-Willow said, snapping her fingers in mock disappointment.
"Sorry, do you want me to add that to my list?" Ruhe said a second later.
"Both of you, enough," Ms. Macloud ordered, "Now, have you read any poetry to compliment that book list?"
"Yes," Polaris-Willow and Ruhe answered at the same time, they turned and glared at each other.
"Edgar Allen Poe 'The Raven'?"
"Take thy beak from out my heart,…" Ruhe started.
"…and take thy form from off my door!" Polaris-Willow continued.
"Quoth the raven,…" Ruhe added.
"Nevermore!" they finished together.
"Stanza 17," Polaris-Willow stated, "though I prefer Emily Dickenson myself."
"I knew I should have asked you what books you had read…both of you," Ms. Macloud groaned.
Snickers came from the class, but were silenced by a glare from Ms. Macloud.
"Since both of you have read most of the reading list and then some, I will have a slightly different reading list for you, and a way to test you on the books you have read already. Now both of you, please, sit down."
"Well, well, the goody-goodies get on the teacher's good side, surprise, surprise," came a mocking voice.
"Get bent and die, smart ass," Polaris-Willow said sweetly, not looking at the speaker.
Ruhe looked around and was a handsome and arrogant looking vampire with red hair and golden hawk eyes, obviously a descendent of Hunter Redfern.
"Shove it up your - ," the Redfern snarled.
"Finish that sentence and you will have detention for a week, Brush Redfern!" Ms. Macloud informed him sharply.
Polaris-Willow coolly sat down in her seat next to Brush. Ruhe took his seat behind Brush.
"Half-breed bitch!" Brush quietly spat at Polaris-Willow.
"A half-breed bitch I may be, but at least I am not a murdering bastard," Polaris-Willow informed him coldly and calmly. Ruhe noticed that her eyes were a fierce green that belied her calm exterior.
'Weird, I thought that her eyes were blue,' Ruhe thought to himself, he shrugged the thought off as he heard Ms. Macloud announce the end of the period.
"Polaris; Ruhe," Ms. Macloud called, "I would like to speak to the both of you for a few minutes, I believe that you two have a free period now?" more a statement than a question. They both nodded. "Good I want to talk to you both about how class is going to work out for you."
'Great,' Ruhe thought, 'This is going to be a long period.'
TBC