OH MY GOD! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S FINISHED! WOW! I would just like to say thank you to my parents for offering their support…yeah…yadda yadda yadda.
Wow, though. This was my first story on ff.net. Scary.
Anyway, nothing in this chapter is mine, except for Teacher! Who -is- mine! Whoooo! I own something! (And that was Pie's…)
He insisted that I talk to Teacher. I honestly had no idea why- I barely know him. He came in from Midtown during the strike, but I never said any more to him than "hey", "bye", and "alright", as far as I can remember. Still, he was terribly persistent. Kept telling me that Teacher could help me. I was beginning to get an idea as to what this was all about, but damn if I was going to tell some strange British kid that I slit my wrists.
So I slouched on the steps of the Midtown lodging house, listening to the sounds of the poker game going on inside and looking cool, untroubled, and slightly impatient. When he spoke, though, I could feel my head jerk up and I stared at him like a wild animal stares at a hunter.
"You love Racetrack."
And then he smiled at me, a smile that said you are welcome here, be at ease, everything is going to be all right.
And I cried.