Yes, I procrastinated again. I am a very, very bad little Chelsea. I have
slight issues with getting things done on time. Anyway, this starts out
in Charlie's POV, but then switches to Fulton's POV. I know, I know...that's
a bad thing to do, but I need to write a scene that Charlie isn't a part
of. That would make it rather difficult to make it from his POV, huh?
Sarah- I'm glad you liked the chapter! Thanks for reviewing!
Banksiesbabe99- I'm glad you think we're making him more than just stubborn. I know I for one take that as a big compliment. grins Thanks bunches for the review, and enjoy the chapter!
Neb- I'm glad you liked the chapters! It's always great to hear from ya! grins I hope you like the chapter!
Rachel- Hehehe. You'll just have to see, huh? I refuse to ruin anything. I'm glad you liked the chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one too!
Hotashell99- Thanks for reviewing, and enjoy the chapter! Just for the record, yes, John IS stupid! Lol...I hope you had fun doing your Math test...hehehe...lol.
-Chapter 8-
[Charlie's POV]
I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Hans was gone.
Forever.
Not coming back.
And the last conversation I had with him...Why didn't he see a doctor? Why did he have to die?
My mom was yelling at me to put on my tux. Hans's funeral was in less than an hour, but I didn't know how I'd make myself go. Everyone would be there. The Ducks would be there.
Hans was dead.
This happened every time.
They always left me.
I'll always be alone.
I turned over on my side and buried my head in the pillow, unable to emotionally grasp it all.
Hans was gone.
He was like a grandfather to me. I helped him in the shop. He gave me my first job.
Gone.
I was alone again.
He gave me encouragement when I needed it most.
Not coming back.
I resisted the urge to yell back at my mom when she began banging on the door. Or was that John banging on the door? I couldn't really tell anymore.
Should I go? Could I go?
I would. It's just hard.
The suit hanging up nicely on my closet door captured my gaze. It was rented, so I'd have to give it back soon...not that I had many reasons to wear a suit anyway. I just wished it were under different circumstances.
I wish we could've ended things better...I yelled at him. Snapped at him. If only I had known...
John's voice was now raised above my mother's. He was telling me to "put the stupid suit on and get my butt out of the room." They know I haven't moved.
Couldn't they just leave me alone?
I could hear John's voice rise to anger. He sounded furious with me. He wasn't very good at taking hints. A definite character flaw.
One of many. But that's another matter...
Growing irritated with his constant yelling, I decided to put the suit on. The man was starting to give me a headache.
I didn't take long to get ready. It wasn't like there was a whole lot I needed to do. What was with all the rush?
And I didn't know what JOHN was in such a hurry for. He wasn't even going. Probably just wanted to get mom and me out of the house so he could get with that lady...whoever she was.
Anger flared for a second before subsiding again. I was still too mentally shocked and exhausted to deal with that now. Maybe later...
For now, I had a funeral to get to.
I had never been to a funeral before. My grandma died a few years ago, but we hadn't gone. They disowned us by the time I was three. They didn't like my dad.
Apparently neither did my mom.
It was different from what I would have thought. The setting was like in the movies, but the feeling was so different. It was almost like I was floating over and watching the ceremony from somewhere else. Detached. Numb.
The Ducks, or what USED to be the Ducks, were all there. Even Adam.
The audacity of that jerk...coming in like he was all buddy-buddy with Hans. Like he deserved the right.
Traitor.
It infuriated me.
But the anger was numbed as the voice of the speaker washed over me. A comfortable hum. I couldn't even really hear the words, but I knew they were there.
My breath caught in my throat as they ended the ceremony, preparing to lower him into the ground. I suddenly felt suffocated by everyone and everything.
I needed to walk. I needed to clear my thoughts.
Hans was dead. He was really dead.
And Bombay didn't come.
[Fulton's POV]
We stood in the boardroom. Coach told us that the Dean was going to revoke our scholarships...he was going to take away our chance.
And there was nothing we could do about it.
We tried to convince them that the Ducks could do it. We could become Warriors. We could make the grade. Meet the mark.
But they didn't care.
As I looked around at my teammates, I noticed a common expression. Defeat. We were all losing it, and we couldn't change that.
It was over.
Done.
I wished more than anything that Charlie was with us...He would know what to do...I also wished that we had Bombay. He's a lawyer; he could fix it. Right?
But we didn't have Charlie.
We didn't have Bombay.
All we had was a group of teenagers who were about to lose everything we have worked for. Our pride. Our equality. Our chance at education that they obviously thought we deserved when they GAVE us the scholarship.
Guess that proved it. They only cared when it was convenient for them.
Charlie was right about that.
In fact, the only thing Charlie HADN'T been right about concerning this was Orion. As it turned out, Orion wasn't half-bad. Sure, he was strict and had a few evil qualities, but at least he TRIED to keep us on.
I wished that Charlie had stuck around to figure that one out.
The expression of the Dean turns sour as we are dismissed. We were officially no longer members of the student body of Eden Hall Academy.
We lost Bombay. We lost Charlie. We lost Adam. We lost Portman. We even lost our school.
Guess it's back to public schooling for us.
Sarah- I'm glad you liked the chapter! Thanks for reviewing!
Banksiesbabe99- I'm glad you think we're making him more than just stubborn. I know I for one take that as a big compliment. grins Thanks bunches for the review, and enjoy the chapter!
Neb- I'm glad you liked the chapters! It's always great to hear from ya! grins I hope you like the chapter!
Rachel- Hehehe. You'll just have to see, huh? I refuse to ruin anything. I'm glad you liked the chapter, and I hope you enjoy this one too!
Hotashell99- Thanks for reviewing, and enjoy the chapter! Just for the record, yes, John IS stupid! Lol...I hope you had fun doing your Math test...hehehe...lol.
-Chapter 8-
[Charlie's POV]
I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling.
Hans was gone.
Forever.
Not coming back.
And the last conversation I had with him...Why didn't he see a doctor? Why did he have to die?
My mom was yelling at me to put on my tux. Hans's funeral was in less than an hour, but I didn't know how I'd make myself go. Everyone would be there. The Ducks would be there.
Hans was dead.
This happened every time.
They always left me.
I'll always be alone.
I turned over on my side and buried my head in the pillow, unable to emotionally grasp it all.
Hans was gone.
He was like a grandfather to me. I helped him in the shop. He gave me my first job.
Gone.
I was alone again.
He gave me encouragement when I needed it most.
Not coming back.
I resisted the urge to yell back at my mom when she began banging on the door. Or was that John banging on the door? I couldn't really tell anymore.
Should I go? Could I go?
I would. It's just hard.
The suit hanging up nicely on my closet door captured my gaze. It was rented, so I'd have to give it back soon...not that I had many reasons to wear a suit anyway. I just wished it were under different circumstances.
I wish we could've ended things better...I yelled at him. Snapped at him. If only I had known...
John's voice was now raised above my mother's. He was telling me to "put the stupid suit on and get my butt out of the room." They know I haven't moved.
Couldn't they just leave me alone?
I could hear John's voice rise to anger. He sounded furious with me. He wasn't very good at taking hints. A definite character flaw.
One of many. But that's another matter...
Growing irritated with his constant yelling, I decided to put the suit on. The man was starting to give me a headache.
I didn't take long to get ready. It wasn't like there was a whole lot I needed to do. What was with all the rush?
And I didn't know what JOHN was in such a hurry for. He wasn't even going. Probably just wanted to get mom and me out of the house so he could get with that lady...whoever she was.
Anger flared for a second before subsiding again. I was still too mentally shocked and exhausted to deal with that now. Maybe later...
For now, I had a funeral to get to.
I had never been to a funeral before. My grandma died a few years ago, but we hadn't gone. They disowned us by the time I was three. They didn't like my dad.
Apparently neither did my mom.
It was different from what I would have thought. The setting was like in the movies, but the feeling was so different. It was almost like I was floating over and watching the ceremony from somewhere else. Detached. Numb.
The Ducks, or what USED to be the Ducks, were all there. Even Adam.
The audacity of that jerk...coming in like he was all buddy-buddy with Hans. Like he deserved the right.
Traitor.
It infuriated me.
But the anger was numbed as the voice of the speaker washed over me. A comfortable hum. I couldn't even really hear the words, but I knew they were there.
My breath caught in my throat as they ended the ceremony, preparing to lower him into the ground. I suddenly felt suffocated by everyone and everything.
I needed to walk. I needed to clear my thoughts.
Hans was dead. He was really dead.
And Bombay didn't come.
[Fulton's POV]
We stood in the boardroom. Coach told us that the Dean was going to revoke our scholarships...he was going to take away our chance.
And there was nothing we could do about it.
We tried to convince them that the Ducks could do it. We could become Warriors. We could make the grade. Meet the mark.
But they didn't care.
As I looked around at my teammates, I noticed a common expression. Defeat. We were all losing it, and we couldn't change that.
It was over.
Done.
I wished more than anything that Charlie was with us...He would know what to do...I also wished that we had Bombay. He's a lawyer; he could fix it. Right?
But we didn't have Charlie.
We didn't have Bombay.
All we had was a group of teenagers who were about to lose everything we have worked for. Our pride. Our equality. Our chance at education that they obviously thought we deserved when they GAVE us the scholarship.
Guess that proved it. They only cared when it was convenient for them.
Charlie was right about that.
In fact, the only thing Charlie HADN'T been right about concerning this was Orion. As it turned out, Orion wasn't half-bad. Sure, he was strict and had a few evil qualities, but at least he TRIED to keep us on.
I wished that Charlie had stuck around to figure that one out.
The expression of the Dean turns sour as we are dismissed. We were officially no longer members of the student body of Eden Hall Academy.
We lost Bombay. We lost Charlie. We lost Adam. We lost Portman. We even lost our school.
Guess it's back to public schooling for us.