Disclaimer..check a former chapter. I'm tired and I want to go to bed.
Hey folks. Sorry I haven't posted lately. Been out of the country. The one place in the world Americans can't go. It was fun. ;P
Thanks for all the reviews!!!
And on another note, I know I'm making Christian seem a bit daft, not being able to tell that Kait is his own child, but keep in mind that's he's trying to forget the Moulin Rouge, Satine, and his life there. Explaining mental thought process of Christian: even if he does sense something odd, he tosses it aside like some misplaced memory that trying to forget consequently brings up.
So with that, I give you:
Chapter IV
A week later (a week later than what? Hell if I know..I'm not keeping track any more..):
Christian sighed. His school teaching experience had been bearable so far. He wasn't complaining. Children, though annoying beyond belief at points, always had interesting view to bring to the classroom. Katherine James was definitely one of those interesting ones. She was quiet during class, not talking to anyone else, though did occasionally answer questions Christian had asked the class. He hadn't had an opportunity to hear her sing again lately, though, which disheartened him a bit. Her voice was spectacular for that of an eight-year-old. And she seemed so damn familiar..Christian shook his head of the thought. He needed to forget the de ja vu. It was over, and he needed to stop seeing connections wherever he went.
Christian looked out the window and onto the playground. Kait was sitting on a rickety swing, staring off into the distance. He was looking forward to meeting her parents that week, at the open house. He wanted to express his compliments on what a lovely child they had raised. The bell rang, and for once, Christian didn't jump out of his seat. He was slowly settling in, it seemed..normal..a normal life..finally..
~*~
Kait stepped out onto the schoolyard, suppressing a sigh. This was her least favorite time of day. The time where she would go sit on the swings, all alone, and watch the other kids play with their friends. She was the youngest kid out there during the 5th grade recess, and no one wanted to play with her. And she had lost her notebook. She was very upset about that. It was the one thing that made recess bearable, she could draw in the solitude of the swing-set.
But not today.
Kait sat down on her swing, slowly going back and forth, looking out past the playground and to the mountains in the distance. It was such a big world..she wished to see it all..but for now the view would do. Kait continued in her reverie until something obstructed her view of the beautiful scenery. Kait looked up. This obstruction turned out to be the body of a fifth grader. Ray Dierd. "Hey squirt. Whatcha looking at? Ya' never seen the damn sky before?"
"What do you want?" Kait asked.
"Just the pleasure of your company," the boy said, then pretended to ponder a thought, "Oh yeah, and your lunch money,"
Kait sighed. This was a common occurrence.
"Sorry, I do not have any,"
"Yeah, sure ya' don't. Hand it over, squirt,"
"Go some where far away, catch a disease and die," Kait muttered under her breath.
"What was that, pipsqueak?"
"I said, go away please. I don't feel like fighting with you over this,"
"Tough,"
Ray pushed her back, and she fell off the swing. She calmly got up and dusted the dirt off her clothes, and began to walk away.
"Hey, freak, I'm not done with you," Kait kept walking, ignoring the jest.
"What, ya' going to run home and tell your mommy?" the boy called. No response. A malicious grin came over the Ray's face, and he yelled to Kait's retreating form.
"Oh wait.I forgot. You don't have a mother. Or a father. They must have thought you were too much of a freak to be their child, and ditched you with the circus freaks you live with,"
Kait froze in her tracks.
"Uh-huh, just keep walking, freak," the boy was encouraged by the audience he had drawn, "Go home to your French circus freaks. Maybe they'll let you join the carnival. Or not. I mean.if your own parents abandon you, why would anyone else except you? Guess they didn't love you. Now you're just a bastard freak."
Kait turned around, her eyes growing dark with anger. With a growl, she lunged at Ray, and knocked him to the ground, and started pummeling him. She was smaller than the Ray, but her fists hurt.
The Ray was covering his face from Kait's fists, but suddenly, the onslaught stopped. Kait struggled against the person pulling her away, growling ferally.
"KAIT, stop,"
She glanced up to see Mr. James holding her back.
"Let me go!" Kait demanded, still struggling to get at Ray.
"Kait, calm down!"
"Yeah, you freak," Ray muttered.
"That's enough from you, Raymond. I'll deal with you later," Christian said darkly. And at that, he half-carried half-dragged a screaming, kicking Katherine James into the school.
"Get back to your studies," Christian sternly commanded the children leaning out the windows to watch the brawl. They quickly complied and with one last glance to the silent schoolyard, Christian pushed Kait inside the school.
~*~
Okay, I'm approaching a writer's block. I just see it hovering on the horizon.
Any way, I've figured out how to explain most of the stuff I need to have about Kait, and what the hell's going on, but it's going to involve some slight manipulating of the original "Moulin Rouge", or just adding a bit of time to the original story. Don't kill me!!!!
::Ducks flying objects and livestock::
Thanks for the reviews, everyone, they really help.
-irishRavenX
Hey folks. Sorry I haven't posted lately. Been out of the country. The one place in the world Americans can't go. It was fun. ;P
Thanks for all the reviews!!!
And on another note, I know I'm making Christian seem a bit daft, not being able to tell that Kait is his own child, but keep in mind that's he's trying to forget the Moulin Rouge, Satine, and his life there. Explaining mental thought process of Christian: even if he does sense something odd, he tosses it aside like some misplaced memory that trying to forget consequently brings up.
So with that, I give you:
Chapter IV
A week later (a week later than what? Hell if I know..I'm not keeping track any more..):
Christian sighed. His school teaching experience had been bearable so far. He wasn't complaining. Children, though annoying beyond belief at points, always had interesting view to bring to the classroom. Katherine James was definitely one of those interesting ones. She was quiet during class, not talking to anyone else, though did occasionally answer questions Christian had asked the class. He hadn't had an opportunity to hear her sing again lately, though, which disheartened him a bit. Her voice was spectacular for that of an eight-year-old. And she seemed so damn familiar..Christian shook his head of the thought. He needed to forget the de ja vu. It was over, and he needed to stop seeing connections wherever he went.
Christian looked out the window and onto the playground. Kait was sitting on a rickety swing, staring off into the distance. He was looking forward to meeting her parents that week, at the open house. He wanted to express his compliments on what a lovely child they had raised. The bell rang, and for once, Christian didn't jump out of his seat. He was slowly settling in, it seemed..normal..a normal life..finally..
~*~
Kait stepped out onto the schoolyard, suppressing a sigh. This was her least favorite time of day. The time where she would go sit on the swings, all alone, and watch the other kids play with their friends. She was the youngest kid out there during the 5th grade recess, and no one wanted to play with her. And she had lost her notebook. She was very upset about that. It was the one thing that made recess bearable, she could draw in the solitude of the swing-set.
But not today.
Kait sat down on her swing, slowly going back and forth, looking out past the playground and to the mountains in the distance. It was such a big world..she wished to see it all..but for now the view would do. Kait continued in her reverie until something obstructed her view of the beautiful scenery. Kait looked up. This obstruction turned out to be the body of a fifth grader. Ray Dierd. "Hey squirt. Whatcha looking at? Ya' never seen the damn sky before?"
"What do you want?" Kait asked.
"Just the pleasure of your company," the boy said, then pretended to ponder a thought, "Oh yeah, and your lunch money,"
Kait sighed. This was a common occurrence.
"Sorry, I do not have any,"
"Yeah, sure ya' don't. Hand it over, squirt,"
"Go some where far away, catch a disease and die," Kait muttered under her breath.
"What was that, pipsqueak?"
"I said, go away please. I don't feel like fighting with you over this,"
"Tough,"
Ray pushed her back, and she fell off the swing. She calmly got up and dusted the dirt off her clothes, and began to walk away.
"Hey, freak, I'm not done with you," Kait kept walking, ignoring the jest.
"What, ya' going to run home and tell your mommy?" the boy called. No response. A malicious grin came over the Ray's face, and he yelled to Kait's retreating form.
"Oh wait.I forgot. You don't have a mother. Or a father. They must have thought you were too much of a freak to be their child, and ditched you with the circus freaks you live with,"
Kait froze in her tracks.
"Uh-huh, just keep walking, freak," the boy was encouraged by the audience he had drawn, "Go home to your French circus freaks. Maybe they'll let you join the carnival. Or not. I mean.if your own parents abandon you, why would anyone else except you? Guess they didn't love you. Now you're just a bastard freak."
Kait turned around, her eyes growing dark with anger. With a growl, she lunged at Ray, and knocked him to the ground, and started pummeling him. She was smaller than the Ray, but her fists hurt.
The Ray was covering his face from Kait's fists, but suddenly, the onslaught stopped. Kait struggled against the person pulling her away, growling ferally.
"KAIT, stop,"
She glanced up to see Mr. James holding her back.
"Let me go!" Kait demanded, still struggling to get at Ray.
"Kait, calm down!"
"Yeah, you freak," Ray muttered.
"That's enough from you, Raymond. I'll deal with you later," Christian said darkly. And at that, he half-carried half-dragged a screaming, kicking Katherine James into the school.
"Get back to your studies," Christian sternly commanded the children leaning out the windows to watch the brawl. They quickly complied and with one last glance to the silent schoolyard, Christian pushed Kait inside the school.
~*~
Okay, I'm approaching a writer's block. I just see it hovering on the horizon.
Any way, I've figured out how to explain most of the stuff I need to have about Kait, and what the hell's going on, but it's going to involve some slight manipulating of the original "Moulin Rouge", or just adding a bit of time to the original story. Don't kill me!!!!
::Ducks flying objects and livestock::
Thanks for the reviews, everyone, they really help.
-irishRavenX
