Chapter Four
Principal Milty was talking to a reporter, or more correctly, ramblong to a young female reporter. He was describing something called the "no-nonesense plicy" where by looking at past and present behaviour they could automatically expell the child. Carl took a few deep breathers, before leaning towards the T.V and shouting,
"You lousy git."The reprter was talking about whether this was far or not, and if it had been improved by teh local government or school or directors. Carl noticed wryly that the answer Milty gave was very brief and disnmissive.After another ten minutes he switched it of in disgust. He picked up his explusion letter, true he had done made some teachers life difficult, but he had never done anything really wrong. Except maybe stealing a pig's heart, and it wasn't like they had actually found out about that.
He stalked to the kitchen and made himself a pickle and oninon ring sub, took a bite of it, and immediatly spat it out on to the floor. Heb wondered if his taste buds were failing him.
"That's disgusting, Carl," he turned around to see Ginger looking at him, her hair tied up in a pony-tail and her eyes a tell tale pink. Carl shrugged, but nevertheless, got a towel and wiped it up.
"Happy now?"
Ginger nodded, she sighed wistfully and sat abruptly at the kitchen table, Carl felt a wave of guilt brushing over him. It wasn't her fault that Darren had chosen Miranda, and before that had chosen Simone over her.
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Blake had always thought his sister was deluded, this was clear proof that his sister was actually stark raving mad. Courtney had somehow had gotten it into her head that now he was dating Carl Foutley, he knew about the intricate details of clothing and accesories.
"So what about the camomille skirt with the coffee ruffled blouse, or perhaps a hipper look, low hip jeans with my halterneck, the one with the silver sided beads. Not the grey sided beads, those are entirely different. So Blake, what do you suggest."
Blake looked nervously at his sister, "the blouse and skirt,@ he ducked as his sister threw one of her teddy bears at him.
"No, honestly Blake you should know it's the halter neck and jeans."
"Well, if you already know, why are you asking me." Courtney gave him a dirty look, before cheerfully moving onto to what outfit she should wear for making an impression when walking pass the park.
* * *
Three days after the explusion letter, Blake and Carl were sitting underneath the shady canopy of a willow tree. They were talking about Milty's new policy, and Blake was suggesting that Carl took legal action. Carl had at first laughed at the suggestion, but warmed to the idea as Blake had offhandedly offered to pay for the expenses. Carl knew Blake was rich, but his dismissive attitude to the expenses made him slightly wide- eyed.
"My father knows some people, slightly of the underground sort, but relativlely trustworthy," Carl stifled a laugh, causing Blake to elbow him gently in the ribs.
"Ow," Carl mock-whined, "that hurt."
Blake grinned, "Perhaps I can do something to distract you," he leaned over his lips dangerously close to Carl's. Carl took the initiative, took hold of the blondes head, and moved into the kiss, smiling as Blake made a low murmour in the back of his throat.
They did not notice someone watching them, someone who would make great use of this new information.
* * *
Well that's chapter four down. Excuse any spelling mistakes, my spell checker is down. Not much in one direction in the main plot, but we're getting a few sub-plots. Oh well, see ya.
Principal Milty was talking to a reporter, or more correctly, ramblong to a young female reporter. He was describing something called the "no-nonesense plicy" where by looking at past and present behaviour they could automatically expell the child. Carl took a few deep breathers, before leaning towards the T.V and shouting,
"You lousy git."The reprter was talking about whether this was far or not, and if it had been improved by teh local government or school or directors. Carl noticed wryly that the answer Milty gave was very brief and disnmissive.After another ten minutes he switched it of in disgust. He picked up his explusion letter, true he had done made some teachers life difficult, but he had never done anything really wrong. Except maybe stealing a pig's heart, and it wasn't like they had actually found out about that.
He stalked to the kitchen and made himself a pickle and oninon ring sub, took a bite of it, and immediatly spat it out on to the floor. Heb wondered if his taste buds were failing him.
"That's disgusting, Carl," he turned around to see Ginger looking at him, her hair tied up in a pony-tail and her eyes a tell tale pink. Carl shrugged, but nevertheless, got a towel and wiped it up.
"Happy now?"
Ginger nodded, she sighed wistfully and sat abruptly at the kitchen table, Carl felt a wave of guilt brushing over him. It wasn't her fault that Darren had chosen Miranda, and before that had chosen Simone over her.
* * *
Blake had always thought his sister was deluded, this was clear proof that his sister was actually stark raving mad. Courtney had somehow had gotten it into her head that now he was dating Carl Foutley, he knew about the intricate details of clothing and accesories.
"So what about the camomille skirt with the coffee ruffled blouse, or perhaps a hipper look, low hip jeans with my halterneck, the one with the silver sided beads. Not the grey sided beads, those are entirely different. So Blake, what do you suggest."
Blake looked nervously at his sister, "the blouse and skirt,@ he ducked as his sister threw one of her teddy bears at him.
"No, honestly Blake you should know it's the halter neck and jeans."
"Well, if you already know, why are you asking me." Courtney gave him a dirty look, before cheerfully moving onto to what outfit she should wear for making an impression when walking pass the park.
* * *
Three days after the explusion letter, Blake and Carl were sitting underneath the shady canopy of a willow tree. They were talking about Milty's new policy, and Blake was suggesting that Carl took legal action. Carl had at first laughed at the suggestion, but warmed to the idea as Blake had offhandedly offered to pay for the expenses. Carl knew Blake was rich, but his dismissive attitude to the expenses made him slightly wide- eyed.
"My father knows some people, slightly of the underground sort, but relativlely trustworthy," Carl stifled a laugh, causing Blake to elbow him gently in the ribs.
"Ow," Carl mock-whined, "that hurt."
Blake grinned, "Perhaps I can do something to distract you," he leaned over his lips dangerously close to Carl's. Carl took the initiative, took hold of the blondes head, and moved into the kiss, smiling as Blake made a low murmour in the back of his throat.
They did not notice someone watching them, someone who would make great use of this new information.
* * *
Well that's chapter four down. Excuse any spelling mistakes, my spell checker is down. Not much in one direction in the main plot, but we're getting a few sub-plots. Oh well, see ya.