Title: Another Brick in the Wall
Author: Lea of Mirkwood
Rating: R, for language.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Faculty. I only own Kit.
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Monday, September 14, 1998
Delilah sat down at her seat, making sure her skirt was neat under her, her hair hadn't rebelliously switched sides over her even part and her shirt hadn't twisted at all. She hated anatomy and physiology class. Instead of taking physics or something that involved less lab tables, here she was, sitting at a disgusting lab table where cow brains had been sitting. It was nauseating. She decided to concentrate on something else. Like that new girl at the back of the room. Delilah took pleasure in the sight of her sitting alone, and looking very uncomfortable. Delilah tapped one fingernail against her front teeth, a nervous habit. She had the feeling that there was something she was forgetting about Katherine. Boyfriend? No. Best girl friend? No. What was it? Delilah's gaze fell on the copy of the school paper, and the credit line for the picture on the front. That was it. That school photographer, Casey. The kind of person you went to school with for years and years but never really remembered or noticed. That's right, mused Delilah. It had been Casey that she'd been so rudely and misguidedly defending when she'd thrown that spoonful of mashed potatoes. Casey and that freaky goth girl Stokely. It was a pity for Katherine -- Kit, remembered Delilah with a mental sneer at the nickname – that she hadn't chosen to be nicer to the head cheerleader. Somehow, Delilah vowed silently, she would get back at that little upstart cowgirl.
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Casey knew that Kit was from Wyoming, and she had grown up on a horse ranch, but somehow the thought of Kit, cowgirl extrordinaire, didn't fit. The mystery was solved one day when he sneaked a glance at the inside cover of Kit's sketchbook. A few photographs were taped there. One of which had Kit and a horse, with Kit hanging, her legs locked around the base of the horse's neck and her arms around the top of it's neck. She was laughing. The other was Kit and a buy about her age riding double on a black horse. Then Kit had snatched the sketchbook away and demanded to know what he had looked at.
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Stokely sat down at her computer and logged on to the internet, smiling for the first time in days. She quickly navigated her way to the website that monitored all high school football games in the district. The first game of the season. She found the link to the webcam and clicked on it, fiddling nervously with her sun and moon necklace. The little video box filled up the screen. She curled her feet around the legs of her chair and watched the football game happily. It was the one thing she could do without being questioned, and no one at school had to know. Her contentment was complete. Just her, her computer and the football team. The time flew by, with Stokely not thinking of anything but the game. She watched as number ___ ran down the field, the front of his helmet trained at the ball flying through the air towards him. He leaped up and caught it. The opposing team rushed towards him. Stokely held her breath. The player paused for less than a second and took off running the last few yards towards the end zone. Touchdown! mouthed Stokely silently in her room, mentally cheering. The hero of the football team stood up and whipped off his helmet. His teammates rushed him and lifted him up in the air, chanting, "Stan! Stan! Stan! Stan!" He grinned, looking up at the sky and raising his arms in triumph. Stokely laughed, her music muffling the sound of her joy. He won, she thought with a smile, and placed a finger against the tiny hand on the screen, high-fiving him along with his teammates. She watched his smiling face. She didn't even notice the tear that had rolled down her cheek and hit the keyboard. The webcam shut off, and Stokely shut down her computer, still smiling. She fell back on her bed and closed her eyes, still smiling. One last thought flickered through her mind.
"I wonder if it's possible to fall in love with someone you've never spoken to."
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Author: Lea of Mirkwood
Rating: R, for language.
Disclaimer: I don't own the Faculty. I only own Kit.
**************************************************************************** **********
Monday, September 14, 1998
Delilah sat down at her seat, making sure her skirt was neat under her, her hair hadn't rebelliously switched sides over her even part and her shirt hadn't twisted at all. She hated anatomy and physiology class. Instead of taking physics or something that involved less lab tables, here she was, sitting at a disgusting lab table where cow brains had been sitting. It was nauseating. She decided to concentrate on something else. Like that new girl at the back of the room. Delilah took pleasure in the sight of her sitting alone, and looking very uncomfortable. Delilah tapped one fingernail against her front teeth, a nervous habit. She had the feeling that there was something she was forgetting about Katherine. Boyfriend? No. Best girl friend? No. What was it? Delilah's gaze fell on the copy of the school paper, and the credit line for the picture on the front. That was it. That school photographer, Casey. The kind of person you went to school with for years and years but never really remembered or noticed. That's right, mused Delilah. It had been Casey that she'd been so rudely and misguidedly defending when she'd thrown that spoonful of mashed potatoes. Casey and that freaky goth girl Stokely. It was a pity for Katherine -- Kit, remembered Delilah with a mental sneer at the nickname – that she hadn't chosen to be nicer to the head cheerleader. Somehow, Delilah vowed silently, she would get back at that little upstart cowgirl.
--- --- ---
Casey knew that Kit was from Wyoming, and she had grown up on a horse ranch, but somehow the thought of Kit, cowgirl extrordinaire, didn't fit. The mystery was solved one day when he sneaked a glance at the inside cover of Kit's sketchbook. A few photographs were taped there. One of which had Kit and a horse, with Kit hanging, her legs locked around the base of the horse's neck and her arms around the top of it's neck. She was laughing. The other was Kit and a buy about her age riding double on a black horse. Then Kit had snatched the sketchbook away and demanded to know what he had looked at.
--- --- ---
Stokely sat down at her computer and logged on to the internet, smiling for the first time in days. She quickly navigated her way to the website that monitored all high school football games in the district. The first game of the season. She found the link to the webcam and clicked on it, fiddling nervously with her sun and moon necklace. The little video box filled up the screen. She curled her feet around the legs of her chair and watched the football game happily. It was the one thing she could do without being questioned, and no one at school had to know. Her contentment was complete. Just her, her computer and the football team. The time flew by, with Stokely not thinking of anything but the game. She watched as number ___ ran down the field, the front of his helmet trained at the ball flying through the air towards him. He leaped up and caught it. The opposing team rushed towards him. Stokely held her breath. The player paused for less than a second and took off running the last few yards towards the end zone. Touchdown! mouthed Stokely silently in her room, mentally cheering. The hero of the football team stood up and whipped off his helmet. His teammates rushed him and lifted him up in the air, chanting, "Stan! Stan! Stan! Stan!" He grinned, looking up at the sky and raising his arms in triumph. Stokely laughed, her music muffling the sound of her joy. He won, she thought with a smile, and placed a finger against the tiny hand on the screen, high-fiving him along with his teammates. She watched his smiling face. She didn't even notice the tear that had rolled down her cheek and hit the keyboard. The webcam shut off, and Stokely shut down her computer, still smiling. She fell back on her bed and closed her eyes, still smiling. One last thought flickered through her mind.
"I wonder if it's possible to fall in love with someone you've never spoken to."
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