Life After High School - Ten Years Later
By Silver and Risty
Disclaimer: Do we look like we own such a precious treasure?
Summary: Thought the title would have given you some clue.
I went into the living room with the boys, but I think I was all danced out. So I went into the kitchen and helped Galia make the dinner. I entered and she just looked up and smiled.
"Hey kiddo." She said, lightly ruffling my hair. I playfully pushed her away.
"Hey." I said. "Want help?"
"That'd be great. Those sods wouldn't give it a second thought." I picked up a knife and made a small salad for us each.
"Do you think Emma ever thinks about meeting up with my mum again?"
"Sure she does, Ria, she talks about it all the time. But I don't think she's quite ready yet."
"Yeah. I just don't like seeing my mum sad all the time. She sometimes cries herself to sleep. Then she wakes up crying."
"Bad. Let's not talk about depressing subjects. It gives me the jitters. I have to go back to school tomorrow, so you will have my room all to yourself." She laughed.
"It's not far to go to Elrond's school, is it?" I asked, curious.
"Nah. Only takes about half an hour by horse. Why?"
"Oh mum and dad are sending me there next year, when I turn thirteen. She and dad met there."
"So Emma says. Man, there's this one guy, Gregory Shaw, he is just so hot! I mean, wow! If you know what I mean."
"Hell yeah. I have about twelve guys in my class after me. I have to beat them away with an ugly stick."
"The old boy magnet, eh?"
"God I hope not. I'll tell ya, there's this one guy, Russ, so ugly, he'd scare the pants off an orc."
"Whoa, that must be ugly."
"I'm not kidding."
"Hey, there's this guy, Matthew Little, and he's got a brother your age, Rhett Little. They're both hobbits. Maybe you'd like him."
"Maybe." We both laughed and called the bys to the table. Then we sat down, ate potato soup and salad, and then sat in the lounge, watching 'Shrek'. When Galia and me went up to bed, put on one of her many CD's, I think it was Shakira Laundry Service, and fell asleep to the lyrics of Objection (Tango).
By Silver and Risty
Disclaimer: Do we look like we own such a precious treasure?
Summary: Thought the title would have given you some clue.
I went into the living room with the boys, but I think I was all danced out. So I went into the kitchen and helped Galia make the dinner. I entered and she just looked up and smiled.
"Hey kiddo." She said, lightly ruffling my hair. I playfully pushed her away.
"Hey." I said. "Want help?"
"That'd be great. Those sods wouldn't give it a second thought." I picked up a knife and made a small salad for us each.
"Do you think Emma ever thinks about meeting up with my mum again?"
"Sure she does, Ria, she talks about it all the time. But I don't think she's quite ready yet."
"Yeah. I just don't like seeing my mum sad all the time. She sometimes cries herself to sleep. Then she wakes up crying."
"Bad. Let's not talk about depressing subjects. It gives me the jitters. I have to go back to school tomorrow, so you will have my room all to yourself." She laughed.
"It's not far to go to Elrond's school, is it?" I asked, curious.
"Nah. Only takes about half an hour by horse. Why?"
"Oh mum and dad are sending me there next year, when I turn thirteen. She and dad met there."
"So Emma says. Man, there's this one guy, Gregory Shaw, he is just so hot! I mean, wow! If you know what I mean."
"Hell yeah. I have about twelve guys in my class after me. I have to beat them away with an ugly stick."
"The old boy magnet, eh?"
"God I hope not. I'll tell ya, there's this one guy, Russ, so ugly, he'd scare the pants off an orc."
"Whoa, that must be ugly."
"I'm not kidding."
"Hey, there's this guy, Matthew Little, and he's got a brother your age, Rhett Little. They're both hobbits. Maybe you'd like him."
"Maybe." We both laughed and called the bys to the table. Then we sat down, ate potato soup and salad, and then sat in the lounge, watching 'Shrek'. When Galia and me went up to bed, put on one of her many CD's, I think it was Shakira Laundry Service, and fell asleep to the lyrics of Objection (Tango).