A/N: I'm back – I'm sorry it took so long, and I wanted to put more up this
time, but 2 hours is all the library gives me and the school year makes
writing for fun all but impossible. I need a home computer no doubt but
when you only get paid $5.50 an hour working part time it becomes very hard
to get one.
And while Amber smokes, she's just my alter ego- I don't smoke- Amber's
just a little bolder than I am.
Okay, nothing more from me. I still don't own them and all poetry is not
mine unless I say so.
Here goes nothing
"You've never had a word of Latin in your life, have you?" Knox asked Amber after the study group that night.
"Not a word. I took more practical things like home economics and typing. I would've been the only girl in Latin." Amber whispered, looking a little flushed.
"Well, it will do fine for McAllister." Knox reassured her while Amber leaned against her door.
"See you tonight?" Amber asked.
"Yeah, about 11? Does that give you time to get in the bathroom?" Knox said. Amber had told them how she had to wait until the boys all cleared the bathroom then she only had 15 minutes to get ready for bed. Showers were another ridiculous rule all together. Amber nodded then slipped in her room.
Amber had just fallen into a light and restless sleep when she found her self being gently shaken awake and Knox's voice asking if she was still coming. She murmured a "Yeah" before fighting her way out of the tangle of covers she'd managed to create. She grabbed her coat, slipped on her flats and followed Knox silently out the door and joined the rest.
Used to warm nights in even September, Amber shivered involuntarily as she followed to the cave. When she finally reached it, she was shivering but fully awake.
"Are you okay?" I should have offered you my coat." Knox said, helping her into the cave.
"I'm fine. I'm just not used to a fall that's actually cold, at least not this early in the fall." Amber laughed a little despite shivering teeth. Knox was quite pleased when they sat down to find that Amber moved in closer to him to keep warm. Charlie stood up holding the slightly battered thick bluish-grey book.
"Gentlemen, and Amber, consider the Dead Poets Society reconvened at Welton. As the person who inspired us to remember the ideas of the Dead Poets, Amber Floyd should have the honor of reading the opening message." Amber stood up to the applause and took the book. Charlie held the flashlight so she could see and Amber's soft, clear voice gave a feminine touch to the otherwise familiar words.
"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.
I wanted to live deep and suck the marrow out of life.
To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I came to die
Discover that I had not lived." Amber sat down with a low whistle of awe. As Amber had been reading, Meeks had spread his coat on the ground for a picnic blanket of sorts and the boys had tossed in some fruit and cookies. Charlie passed around his cigarettes muttering darkly about "These things cost money." "Yeah, but doesn't it feel good to share." Amber said, as she took one and lit up. She looked up at all the semi-shocked faces. "What, women can smoke too. Plus, I grew up in Virginia. Tobacco is a big part of my history." A few more puffs then she put it out. "Just because I can doesn't mean I like to. I'll pay you for it Charlie." Amber reached in her coat pocket and tossed a quarter to the resident 'bad-boy'. Everybody laughed as the meeting got started.
Amber gladly covered up that night. The meeting had been wonderful; listening to boys read poetry and be so passionate. But that cave was cold. Vermont was cold. Amber tried to fall asleep but she couldn't. Exhilaration from the meeting, plus the vibe of a new place kept her awake. Plus she could've sworn she heard sobbing in the hallway. No, she was sure of it. Amber kicked off the covers and quietly opened the door. There, head in hands, knees drawn up to his chest was Knox, trying to muffle shuddering sobs. Amber melted right there. She dropped to her knees beside him and threw her arms around him. "Shh, it'll be all right." She whispered. Knox tried to protest but couldn't so he let Amber hold him. Finally he regained his composure a little.
"This moment never happened. Charlie, Todd, Meeks, or Pitts, they can never know what happened." He whispered in earnest.
"Got it. They won't know, but can I? It might make you fill better to talk about it." Amber said gently running her fingers through his hair.
"I...I miss Neil. He was one of my closest friends, and he kind of had a rough home life. His dad wouldn't let him act, and he disobeyed, and his dad threatened to take him out of Welton and was making him become a doctor and he...he killed himself. Just before Christmas break last year. He was a big part of the Society and the meeting it just did something to me. I couldn't let Charlie hear me crying about it. I didn't want anybody to hear me." Knox looked about ready to cry again.
"I'm a woman, I have a sixth sense for pain. Your secret is safe with me though. But don't you think they miss Neil too?"
"Yeah, but guys just don't cry, not like this." Knox's tone was so final that Amber knew it was pointless to argue. She hugged him tight once more and they head their separate ways. Amber watched Knox quietly walk back to his room like nothing had ever happened and shook her head. Apparently guys were a lot more complex then her mother gave them credit for.
Here goes nothing
"You've never had a word of Latin in your life, have you?" Knox asked Amber after the study group that night.
"Not a word. I took more practical things like home economics and typing. I would've been the only girl in Latin." Amber whispered, looking a little flushed.
"Well, it will do fine for McAllister." Knox reassured her while Amber leaned against her door.
"See you tonight?" Amber asked.
"Yeah, about 11? Does that give you time to get in the bathroom?" Knox said. Amber had told them how she had to wait until the boys all cleared the bathroom then she only had 15 minutes to get ready for bed. Showers were another ridiculous rule all together. Amber nodded then slipped in her room.
Amber had just fallen into a light and restless sleep when she found her self being gently shaken awake and Knox's voice asking if she was still coming. She murmured a "Yeah" before fighting her way out of the tangle of covers she'd managed to create. She grabbed her coat, slipped on her flats and followed Knox silently out the door and joined the rest.
Used to warm nights in even September, Amber shivered involuntarily as she followed to the cave. When she finally reached it, she was shivering but fully awake.
"Are you okay?" I should have offered you my coat." Knox said, helping her into the cave.
"I'm fine. I'm just not used to a fall that's actually cold, at least not this early in the fall." Amber laughed a little despite shivering teeth. Knox was quite pleased when they sat down to find that Amber moved in closer to him to keep warm. Charlie stood up holding the slightly battered thick bluish-grey book.
"Gentlemen, and Amber, consider the Dead Poets Society reconvened at Welton. As the person who inspired us to remember the ideas of the Dead Poets, Amber Floyd should have the honor of reading the opening message." Amber stood up to the applause and took the book. Charlie held the flashlight so she could see and Amber's soft, clear voice gave a feminine touch to the otherwise familiar words.
"I went to the woods because I wanted to live deliberately.
I wanted to live deep and suck the marrow out of life.
To put to rout all that was not life, and not, when I came to die
Discover that I had not lived." Amber sat down with a low whistle of awe. As Amber had been reading, Meeks had spread his coat on the ground for a picnic blanket of sorts and the boys had tossed in some fruit and cookies. Charlie passed around his cigarettes muttering darkly about "These things cost money." "Yeah, but doesn't it feel good to share." Amber said, as she took one and lit up. She looked up at all the semi-shocked faces. "What, women can smoke too. Plus, I grew up in Virginia. Tobacco is a big part of my history." A few more puffs then she put it out. "Just because I can doesn't mean I like to. I'll pay you for it Charlie." Amber reached in her coat pocket and tossed a quarter to the resident 'bad-boy'. Everybody laughed as the meeting got started.
Amber gladly covered up that night. The meeting had been wonderful; listening to boys read poetry and be so passionate. But that cave was cold. Vermont was cold. Amber tried to fall asleep but she couldn't. Exhilaration from the meeting, plus the vibe of a new place kept her awake. Plus she could've sworn she heard sobbing in the hallway. No, she was sure of it. Amber kicked off the covers and quietly opened the door. There, head in hands, knees drawn up to his chest was Knox, trying to muffle shuddering sobs. Amber melted right there. She dropped to her knees beside him and threw her arms around him. "Shh, it'll be all right." She whispered. Knox tried to protest but couldn't so he let Amber hold him. Finally he regained his composure a little.
"This moment never happened. Charlie, Todd, Meeks, or Pitts, they can never know what happened." He whispered in earnest.
"Got it. They won't know, but can I? It might make you fill better to talk about it." Amber said gently running her fingers through his hair.
"I...I miss Neil. He was one of my closest friends, and he kind of had a rough home life. His dad wouldn't let him act, and he disobeyed, and his dad threatened to take him out of Welton and was making him become a doctor and he...he killed himself. Just before Christmas break last year. He was a big part of the Society and the meeting it just did something to me. I couldn't let Charlie hear me crying about it. I didn't want anybody to hear me." Knox looked about ready to cry again.
"I'm a woman, I have a sixth sense for pain. Your secret is safe with me though. But don't you think they miss Neil too?"
"Yeah, but guys just don't cry, not like this." Knox's tone was so final that Amber knew it was pointless to argue. She hugged him tight once more and they head their separate ways. Amber watched Knox quietly walk back to his room like nothing had ever happened and shook her head. Apparently guys were a lot more complex then her mother gave them credit for.
