I've got the next chapter of Sin Sleeps with Angels all written up. Yep, it's just sitting on my desktop. I was gonna post it, but.... I think I'll just make you all wait a while longer! Bwahahaha! The evil plot muse has taken over!
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I can't do this. No, I can't take it anymore. Six o'clock in the morning! No! No human being should be forced to be awake and functioning at this ungodly hour. That's right, I said it's ungodly. It's cruel. It's torturous. The first day I was alright with it. I was in a daze from not enough sleep to really focus on the fact that it was six a.m. But day two, hell no. I'm not doing this, no way in--
"Good morning all."
"Good morning Ms. Larkson."
To my relief, I only had drug Counseling/Rehabilitation on Monday and Wednesday mornings. Today being Tuesday, I have group counseling. Medda teaches this class too. I think she teaches all my first period classes. She's so chipper and bright and cheery. I want to slap her sill and demand to know how can she be so damn happy this damn early.
But besides my bitterness towards the early hour and all who embrace it, I finally get to meet two of my marks. Jake is a quiet brunette kid and Duckie is a small blonde equally as quiet. Ruin's in this class too, this gives me a chance to study her more. Maybe even make friendly with her so when I go to hug her, she won't snap my neck.
To my disliking, Kid blink is apart of this group as well. He keeps grinning at me and laughing. "Don't pay him any attention," Queenie tells me. How can I not? He's like a demented pirate.
Three other kids I hadn't been introduced to also occupy this group with me. A rather skinny girl --and I mean bone thin, not just skinny-- Queenie pointed out as Chance. A young looking Italian kid named Itey and another kid called Snitch. I didn't know what any of them had done to be at St. Vincent's, but I'm sure in this class I'll find out.
"Oh, Magic, Tiger, Shortie, Skittery. So nice of you to decide to join us today," Medda cheerfully called out as four more students entered the classroom. They all looked disgruntled and bleary eyed. They're my kind of people, the kind that hate early mornings.
"How was everyone's first day of the week? A good Monday for all?"
"I hate Mondays," Magic complained.
Several others including myself, all agreed.
"Adriana, tell me how your weekend was."
Magic grimaced, "I didn't go out. I didn't party. I had three reports to finish up and my roommate is PMSing. So, my weekend was just peachy."
"Did you talk to your parents?"
"They called, I hung up."
Medda frowned, "How do you expect to work things out if you won't even talk with them?"
"Tell my mother to stop muttering Hail Mary's everytime she's in my presence and I'll give you an answer."
Her frown grew deeper, "Have you talked to Denton lately?"
"I have a session after lunch."
"Good. Anybody else want to tell me about their weekend? Itey, how about you?"
The young kid shook his head, "Nuh uh."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"He doesn't talk to anyone but Snitch," Queenie whispered to me. "He's really, really shy. Which is too bad because he's kinda cute."
"Did you do anything fun,?" Medda continued to question. "Saw a movie? Played a game."
"No."
She sighed, "Alright, you don't have to talk if you don't want to. There's no pressure here. David, tell me how your weekend was."
My weekend? Does she really want to know about my fucked up weekend? "I spent Saturday packing up half of my belongings," I answered. "On Sunday my parents dumped me here. How much of a productive weekend do you think that was?"
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Lemme tell ya all now, please don't get too use to the frequent up dates. Okay? It's just right now I've got alot of thoughts for this fic pouring out. But when I finally crash, I'll crash hard. I'll end up staring at the blank computer screen. Just staring and staring and staring and staring.
And staring!
*8*
I can't do this. No, I can't take it anymore. Six o'clock in the morning! No! No human being should be forced to be awake and functioning at this ungodly hour. That's right, I said it's ungodly. It's cruel. It's torturous. The first day I was alright with it. I was in a daze from not enough sleep to really focus on the fact that it was six a.m. But day two, hell no. I'm not doing this, no way in--
"Good morning all."
"Good morning Ms. Larkson."
To my relief, I only had drug Counseling/Rehabilitation on Monday and Wednesday mornings. Today being Tuesday, I have group counseling. Medda teaches this class too. I think she teaches all my first period classes. She's so chipper and bright and cheery. I want to slap her sill and demand to know how can she be so damn happy this damn early.
But besides my bitterness towards the early hour and all who embrace it, I finally get to meet two of my marks. Jake is a quiet brunette kid and Duckie is a small blonde equally as quiet. Ruin's in this class too, this gives me a chance to study her more. Maybe even make friendly with her so when I go to hug her, she won't snap my neck.
To my disliking, Kid blink is apart of this group as well. He keeps grinning at me and laughing. "Don't pay him any attention," Queenie tells me. How can I not? He's like a demented pirate.
Three other kids I hadn't been introduced to also occupy this group with me. A rather skinny girl --and I mean bone thin, not just skinny-- Queenie pointed out as Chance. A young looking Italian kid named Itey and another kid called Snitch. I didn't know what any of them had done to be at St. Vincent's, but I'm sure in this class I'll find out.
"Oh, Magic, Tiger, Shortie, Skittery. So nice of you to decide to join us today," Medda cheerfully called out as four more students entered the classroom. They all looked disgruntled and bleary eyed. They're my kind of people, the kind that hate early mornings.
"How was everyone's first day of the week? A good Monday for all?"
"I hate Mondays," Magic complained.
Several others including myself, all agreed.
"Adriana, tell me how your weekend was."
Magic grimaced, "I didn't go out. I didn't party. I had three reports to finish up and my roommate is PMSing. So, my weekend was just peachy."
"Did you talk to your parents?"
"They called, I hung up."
Medda frowned, "How do you expect to work things out if you won't even talk with them?"
"Tell my mother to stop muttering Hail Mary's everytime she's in my presence and I'll give you an answer."
Her frown grew deeper, "Have you talked to Denton lately?"
"I have a session after lunch."
"Good. Anybody else want to tell me about their weekend? Itey, how about you?"
The young kid shook his head, "Nuh uh."
"Are you sure?"
"Yeah."
"He doesn't talk to anyone but Snitch," Queenie whispered to me. "He's really, really shy. Which is too bad because he's kinda cute."
"Did you do anything fun,?" Medda continued to question. "Saw a movie? Played a game."
"No."
She sighed, "Alright, you don't have to talk if you don't want to. There's no pressure here. David, tell me how your weekend was."
My weekend? Does she really want to know about my fucked up weekend? "I spent Saturday packing up half of my belongings," I answered. "On Sunday my parents dumped me here. How much of a productive weekend do you think that was?"
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Lemme tell ya all now, please don't get too use to the frequent up dates. Okay? It's just right now I've got alot of thoughts for this fic pouring out. But when I finally crash, I'll crash hard. I'll end up staring at the blank computer screen. Just staring and staring and staring and staring.
And staring!
