Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own Greg. O.O I mean Ephram. O.O;; I mean all of Everwood! My goodness ^^; But I do still own my madeup characters, and you don't, so ha :P
A/N: And I feel absolutely TERRIBLE for not mentioning, last chapter, my dear, dear friend Crystal, penname 'Finding Beauty.' If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been able to have confidently written this story without some of the twists and ideas found here. And for that, I've named my character after her. Crys, thank you so much for all your help! I'd be lost without it :) And now, ON WITH THE STORY!!!
A/NII: Also, I'm sure you've noticed how scrunched the story is onto the side. I'm sorry x_X Notepad does that. And -NOW- On with the story!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dr. Brown picked up the local 'paper from the porch like he did every morning, holding his cup of coffee. He tossed it a bit to adjust it so he could read the headline, "Puddle Jumper Crashes Forest Near Everwood." It was accompanied by a haunting photograph of the remains of the plane, fires burning around it. Tree's that had stood for years were broken, and aflame. To some, the sight would be devastating. To Dr. Brown, he had a feeling he'd be hearing from many that day. He quickly walked inside as the sun began to rise over the hills ahead. He sipped his coffee, and read the article.
~*~*~
"Puddle Jumper Crashes Forest Near Everwood
Yesterday evening, a small puddle jumper coming from Denver to Everwood was flying smoothly until it came through a snow storm. From what Tower said, a messege was not relayed to the pilot before takeoff. The storm didn't seem as significant until it progressed through the flight, and then it was too late for them. "There aren't many passengers, so that's good," Reporter Jane Melton said. "There are survivors, but they're mostly in poor condition. We're rushing them to the nearest hospital." The storm was no ordinary storm, and led the plane into a patch of wind-shear, which was reported to send it into a nosedive. The pilot was said to have taken some control of the plane, bringing it's nose up so it would not explode on contact, but sailing into the thatch of trees ahead of them. 9 out of the 15 people were seriously injured, and the remaining 6 got along with minor cuts and bruises. -
~*~*~
The rest of the newspaper was read after a soft shake of his head, and Andy finished his coffee, heading up to his room. Ephram came down from his room upstairs, and grabbed a piece of toast before grabbing up his books and heading for school. All was normal until he arrived, seeing a few sullen faces. He found it odd, until he met up with his little friend, Wendell. "What's going on?" Ephram questioned his friend.
"You don't keep up with local news, do you, man?" Wendell didn't give Ephram time to answer, and continued. "A plane crashed on it's way over here. Tons and tons of people..all killed and beat up and some blown up." He never was one to keep his facts straight, whether it was on purpose or not. It didn't sound that quite plausible to Ephram, so he nodded and went on his way off to class.
A few students more than normal were absent. Ephram figured they were relatives to the plane crash victims, and pulled his headphones up to his ears. School went business as usual the rest of that day, a few students absent here and there, a few in the counseling office for support. It went on like that the next few days, until the students came to grips. The plane was cleaned thoroughly, and the survivors were all treated at the hospital. Some stayed longer than others, and some were released early on.
As the weekend sun peered up over the snowy mountain peaks of Everwood, Crystal sat faithfully in the hospital room between her injured parents. She cradled and nursed her own sprained wrist, though most of her attention was on her mother and father. Oh, how she wished she didn't have such contempt for them before the crash. She wouldn't forgive herself if her parents didn't pull through for her and get healthier. Her eyes were misty, and mascara was staining her cheeks a dull blackish gray. Her hands were holding her mother's, while her grandparents were crowding her father.
Neither of the patients were awake. They had both been unconscious since the crash. Periodically, Crystal or her grandparents would stand up to use the bathroom, or get a cup of coffee, or just to stretch their legs. A few hours after the sun went down, an orderly stepped in to quietly report that visiting hours were over, and that it's best to go home and get some rest. The same routine happened the following day, but when Monday rolled around, the parents were less one visitor.
Ephram was wandering down the hall when he spotted Wendell putting his best moves on an unfamiliar girl. She didn't seem to be enjoying it very much, and in fact, seemed ready to let him have a taste of her ring-adorned fist. As it was beginning to ball, Ephram approached the couple, "Hey, Wendell." Wendell looked up from the girl to his friend, and grinned, "Hey there, Ephram. Have you met this fine, lovely lady?" The 'fine, lovely lady' didn't seem too thrilled to be crowded so much on her very first day, and slammed her locker closed. She looked up at Ephram, and then Wendell, and back to Ephram. "No, I haven't." He extended his hand to the new girl, waiting for her to take it. "Hi, I'm Ephram Brown. You're new, right?" She softened her glare, but didn't take his hand. "Crystal Williams. And yeah."
Crystal shot Wendell a look of doom before turning, pulling the school map out of her pocket to find the lunch-room. The boys gave eachother a shrugged look after her exit, and walked on to the same destination, clearly getting the hint that she wanted to be alone. Crys looked around nervously, slipping the map back into her pocket as she cautiously picked up a red, plastic tray and got in the line for lunch.
She peered over the selection of food... it looked, actually, a lot better than her old school's menu of 'food.' Being a vegetarian, she only picked out the vegetables and fruits, and a carton of orange juice for her drink. The line moved slowly, and there seemed to be a couple of jerks ahead who were feeling rowdy that day. They were playfully knocking eachother around, and when it got too rough, the one right in front of Crystal was knocked backwards, causing a chain reaction on her, and ultimately throwing Crystal sprawling across the floor on her back.
The room fell silent for a moment to see what had happened, but resumed when Crystal got to her feet with a glare that would kill anyone she shot it at, and unfortunately for the boy who had been ahead of her, it was aimed at him. Little imaginary arrows were firing rapidly from Crys's eyes as she shifted her clothes, dusting them off, and sizing him up, a deep-throated growl quietly voiced.
"Whoa, I'm so sorry, are you okay? Jeez, I never meant to send you for a flying lesson." He laughed a bit at his own joke, but that was definatly the wrong thing to do. That hand had been itching all day to hit someone, and this was the time, while the jerk was laughing his fool head off at her. Soon his nose was flowing a lovely shade of red, and soon she found herself being ushered off into the principal's office.
A/N: And I feel absolutely TERRIBLE for not mentioning, last chapter, my dear, dear friend Crystal, penname 'Finding Beauty.' If it weren't for her, I wouldn't have been able to have confidently written this story without some of the twists and ideas found here. And for that, I've named my character after her. Crys, thank you so much for all your help! I'd be lost without it :) And now, ON WITH THE STORY!!!
A/NII: Also, I'm sure you've noticed how scrunched the story is onto the side. I'm sorry x_X Notepad does that. And -NOW- On with the story!!!!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Dr. Brown picked up the local 'paper from the porch like he did every morning, holding his cup of coffee. He tossed it a bit to adjust it so he could read the headline, "Puddle Jumper Crashes Forest Near Everwood." It was accompanied by a haunting photograph of the remains of the plane, fires burning around it. Tree's that had stood for years were broken, and aflame. To some, the sight would be devastating. To Dr. Brown, he had a feeling he'd be hearing from many that day. He quickly walked inside as the sun began to rise over the hills ahead. He sipped his coffee, and read the article.
~*~*~
"Puddle Jumper Crashes Forest Near Everwood
Yesterday evening, a small puddle jumper coming from Denver to Everwood was flying smoothly until it came through a snow storm. From what Tower said, a messege was not relayed to the pilot before takeoff. The storm didn't seem as significant until it progressed through the flight, and then it was too late for them. "There aren't many passengers, so that's good," Reporter Jane Melton said. "There are survivors, but they're mostly in poor condition. We're rushing them to the nearest hospital." The storm was no ordinary storm, and led the plane into a patch of wind-shear, which was reported to send it into a nosedive. The pilot was said to have taken some control of the plane, bringing it's nose up so it would not explode on contact, but sailing into the thatch of trees ahead of them. 9 out of the 15 people were seriously injured, and the remaining 6 got along with minor cuts and bruises. -
~*~*~
The rest of the newspaper was read after a soft shake of his head, and Andy finished his coffee, heading up to his room. Ephram came down from his room upstairs, and grabbed a piece of toast before grabbing up his books and heading for school. All was normal until he arrived, seeing a few sullen faces. He found it odd, until he met up with his little friend, Wendell. "What's going on?" Ephram questioned his friend.
"You don't keep up with local news, do you, man?" Wendell didn't give Ephram time to answer, and continued. "A plane crashed on it's way over here. Tons and tons of people..all killed and beat up and some blown up." He never was one to keep his facts straight, whether it was on purpose or not. It didn't sound that quite plausible to Ephram, so he nodded and went on his way off to class.
A few students more than normal were absent. Ephram figured they were relatives to the plane crash victims, and pulled his headphones up to his ears. School went business as usual the rest of that day, a few students absent here and there, a few in the counseling office for support. It went on like that the next few days, until the students came to grips. The plane was cleaned thoroughly, and the survivors were all treated at the hospital. Some stayed longer than others, and some were released early on.
As the weekend sun peered up over the snowy mountain peaks of Everwood, Crystal sat faithfully in the hospital room between her injured parents. She cradled and nursed her own sprained wrist, though most of her attention was on her mother and father. Oh, how she wished she didn't have such contempt for them before the crash. She wouldn't forgive herself if her parents didn't pull through for her and get healthier. Her eyes were misty, and mascara was staining her cheeks a dull blackish gray. Her hands were holding her mother's, while her grandparents were crowding her father.
Neither of the patients were awake. They had both been unconscious since the crash. Periodically, Crystal or her grandparents would stand up to use the bathroom, or get a cup of coffee, or just to stretch their legs. A few hours after the sun went down, an orderly stepped in to quietly report that visiting hours were over, and that it's best to go home and get some rest. The same routine happened the following day, but when Monday rolled around, the parents were less one visitor.
Ephram was wandering down the hall when he spotted Wendell putting his best moves on an unfamiliar girl. She didn't seem to be enjoying it very much, and in fact, seemed ready to let him have a taste of her ring-adorned fist. As it was beginning to ball, Ephram approached the couple, "Hey, Wendell." Wendell looked up from the girl to his friend, and grinned, "Hey there, Ephram. Have you met this fine, lovely lady?" The 'fine, lovely lady' didn't seem too thrilled to be crowded so much on her very first day, and slammed her locker closed. She looked up at Ephram, and then Wendell, and back to Ephram. "No, I haven't." He extended his hand to the new girl, waiting for her to take it. "Hi, I'm Ephram Brown. You're new, right?" She softened her glare, but didn't take his hand. "Crystal Williams. And yeah."
Crystal shot Wendell a look of doom before turning, pulling the school map out of her pocket to find the lunch-room. The boys gave eachother a shrugged look after her exit, and walked on to the same destination, clearly getting the hint that she wanted to be alone. Crys looked around nervously, slipping the map back into her pocket as she cautiously picked up a red, plastic tray and got in the line for lunch.
She peered over the selection of food... it looked, actually, a lot better than her old school's menu of 'food.' Being a vegetarian, she only picked out the vegetables and fruits, and a carton of orange juice for her drink. The line moved slowly, and there seemed to be a couple of jerks ahead who were feeling rowdy that day. They were playfully knocking eachother around, and when it got too rough, the one right in front of Crystal was knocked backwards, causing a chain reaction on her, and ultimately throwing Crystal sprawling across the floor on her back.
The room fell silent for a moment to see what had happened, but resumed when Crystal got to her feet with a glare that would kill anyone she shot it at, and unfortunately for the boy who had been ahead of her, it was aimed at him. Little imaginary arrows were firing rapidly from Crys's eyes as she shifted her clothes, dusting them off, and sizing him up, a deep-throated growl quietly voiced.
"Whoa, I'm so sorry, are you okay? Jeez, I never meant to send you for a flying lesson." He laughed a bit at his own joke, but that was definatly the wrong thing to do. That hand had been itching all day to hit someone, and this was the time, while the jerk was laughing his fool head off at her. Soon his nose was flowing a lovely shade of red, and soon she found herself being ushered off into the principal's office.