Flying High
Chapter 2
Carl dropped the letter; it drifted slowly onto the ground. Expelled, expelled. The word kept running through his head. It had said that he had been violent to another child, punching them into the eye. He'd never done that.
"Is this some kind of joke," Carl demanded of his mother, he felt Blake put a hand on his shoulder.
Lois shook her head, "It's not kiddo, I called up the school and asked them, especially after it came in a letter, which is highly unusual," her voice softened as Carl looked dejectedly at the ground, "I'll ring them up again tomorrow," she turned to make her way into the kitchen where a slab of beef was cooking, "It might have been some sort of misunderstanding."
Carl watched his mother leave and then stormed upstairs into his bedroom. The old wallpaper still decorated it and the smell was slightly rancid as a stale bag of chips lay on the ground. He picked the pulpy mess up and threw it at the wall. It stayed there for a second before sliding off. The stain would take ages to come of.
"Decorating, are we Foutley?"
The recently expelled boy looked up to see Blake smirking at the mess on the wall.
"Nah," he said jokingly, "just doing my own Picasso." He sat on the bed, bouncing around once or twice before sitting still. "You know what the worst thing is. That most of the stuff was made up, I never been physical with everyone,"
"Except me," Blake interrupted; he barely dodged as a fluffy pillow was thrown at his head.
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to make those remarks, remember," Carl said teasingly. The blonde scoffed and stuck his nose in the air and put his hands on his hips.
"You can make those remarks, but as a Gripling I will always make better ones," he squealed as Carl reached up and pulled him on to the bed with him. The pillows soon become instruments of war, and after a good ten minutes both boys lay beside each other. Carl idly pulled small chicken feathers out his boyfriend's hair.
"Blake," murmured Carl.
"What?"
"Thanks."
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Miranda idly played with her hair and tried to keep from smirking, let alone laughing out loud. Darren was still talking on the phone, Ginger's voice heard quite clearly as Darren explained, or at least tried to explain what was going on.
"Listen Ginger, I want us to be friends, really I do, but I'm with Miri now."
"Miri! Miri? You've only been together for about a day or so. You're on petnames already?"
"Ginger, we got together at the concert when..never mind. This time is different, and I want you to accept that Ginger, you're special to me."
Miranda pulled a face, and giggled as Darren gave her a mock-stern look, she motioned that he should give the phone to her. Miranda put it to her ears and listened as Ginger talked on about the last time they had been together, and how much trouble Miranda had caused.
"Are you listening to me Darren," when Miranda had kept silent for a long time.
"No, but I am," she murmured into the telephone, she grinned as she heard Ginger's gasp, "and it has been so very interesting to hear you rant on all this time," she let out a cackling laugh she hadn't used since she had been in junior-high. Then she slammed the phone down, Darren was rubbing his ears slowly.
"Can I have a warning next time?" This time when Miranda laughed, it was much more pleasant on the ear.
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End of chapter 2. Weeee, after months of how, what's and wherefores I finally got it sorted out. Courtney and Hoodsey should be appearing next chapter, and don't forget to visit the magic review box on the way out. See ya!
Chapter 2
Carl dropped the letter; it drifted slowly onto the ground. Expelled, expelled. The word kept running through his head. It had said that he had been violent to another child, punching them into the eye. He'd never done that.
"Is this some kind of joke," Carl demanded of his mother, he felt Blake put a hand on his shoulder.
Lois shook her head, "It's not kiddo, I called up the school and asked them, especially after it came in a letter, which is highly unusual," her voice softened as Carl looked dejectedly at the ground, "I'll ring them up again tomorrow," she turned to make her way into the kitchen where a slab of beef was cooking, "It might have been some sort of misunderstanding."
Carl watched his mother leave and then stormed upstairs into his bedroom. The old wallpaper still decorated it and the smell was slightly rancid as a stale bag of chips lay on the ground. He picked the pulpy mess up and threw it at the wall. It stayed there for a second before sliding off. The stain would take ages to come of.
"Decorating, are we Foutley?"
The recently expelled boy looked up to see Blake smirking at the mess on the wall.
"Nah," he said jokingly, "just doing my own Picasso." He sat on the bed, bouncing around once or twice before sitting still. "You know what the worst thing is. That most of the stuff was made up, I never been physical with everyone,"
"Except me," Blake interrupted; he barely dodged as a fluffy pillow was thrown at his head.
"I thought I was the one who was supposed to make those remarks, remember," Carl said teasingly. The blonde scoffed and stuck his nose in the air and put his hands on his hips.
"You can make those remarks, but as a Gripling I will always make better ones," he squealed as Carl reached up and pulled him on to the bed with him. The pillows soon become instruments of war, and after a good ten minutes both boys lay beside each other. Carl idly pulled small chicken feathers out his boyfriend's hair.
"Blake," murmured Carl.
"What?"
"Thanks."
**\\**
Miranda idly played with her hair and tried to keep from smirking, let alone laughing out loud. Darren was still talking on the phone, Ginger's voice heard quite clearly as Darren explained, or at least tried to explain what was going on.
"Listen Ginger, I want us to be friends, really I do, but I'm with Miri now."
"Miri! Miri? You've only been together for about a day or so. You're on petnames already?"
"Ginger, we got together at the concert when..never mind. This time is different, and I want you to accept that Ginger, you're special to me."
Miranda pulled a face, and giggled as Darren gave her a mock-stern look, she motioned that he should give the phone to her. Miranda put it to her ears and listened as Ginger talked on about the last time they had been together, and how much trouble Miranda had caused.
"Are you listening to me Darren," when Miranda had kept silent for a long time.
"No, but I am," she murmured into the telephone, she grinned as she heard Ginger's gasp, "and it has been so very interesting to hear you rant on all this time," she let out a cackling laugh she hadn't used since she had been in junior-high. Then she slammed the phone down, Darren was rubbing his ears slowly.
"Can I have a warning next time?" This time when Miranda laughed, it was much more pleasant on the ear.
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End of chapter 2. Weeee, after months of how, what's and wherefores I finally got it sorted out. Courtney and Hoodsey should be appearing next chapter, and don't forget to visit the magic review box on the way out. See ya!