...arg...I take too long to update...forgive me? I dun' own David Eddings
or Bevier...^_^
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I was standing in my kitchen in my school uniform at ten to eight in the morning, waiting for the taxi to pick me up to take me to the bus stop (It's stupid, I know). I almost leapt out of my skin when Bevier appeared. I never know how, but he's amazing at knowing when I'm alone and sneaking up on me. He'd gotten worse since he'd become my "champion". It was flattering and everything, but a little odd. "Where are you going? Why are you in those clothes? Why are you up so early?" "GAH! Where did you come from?!" I glanced around frantically, searching for any family life-forms. "I saw the lights on and I wondered what was happening. What is happening? Where are you going?" "What if my dad had been here!? And how did you get in? I didn't hear any doors opening?" "He left half an hour ago and that's not important! Where are you going?" "You have to answer my question!" Bevier paused and looked confused. "....why?" "Because I asked you first!" ".........no you didn't, I asked you first." he pointed out. I thought for a minute and then my head slumped forward. "....drat..." "Where are you going anyway, My Lady?" "School." I mumbled. He blinked. "Where I go to get educated. I have to wear these clothes as it's the uniform." "But......you're female...don't you get tutored at home?" I shook my head and smiled blandly. "Nup." "...What is your school like?" he asked a little suspiciously. "Well, all the kids from the area go to it -" "You mean all the girls?" "No....all the kids. The boys too." He looked scandalised. "There are boys going too?!" "Yes." A pause. "I am going with you." It took a second for this staement to penetrate my brain fully. ".......What!?! No!" "Why not? I am your champion. I must protect you and uphold your honour." "You can't come to school with me! Men don't just turn up with students and follow them about!" "Ah-" he said gravely "But I would not merely be accompanying you, I would be protecting you. Surely the school cannot disagree with that." "I don't need protected! The teachers look after me!" "Are they trained in battle?" "No." "Well then." "No! Look!" I took a deep breath and tried to put it into terms that Bevier's culture would understand. "It is not..uh...proper for a man unrelated to a girl to be ...uhh.. in a close proximity of her ...uhh.. lots." Wow, great ending. It seemed to work though, as Bevier looked more than a little frustrated. "But.....I'm your champion....." I looked at him apologetically. He sighed and a resigned expression grew on his face. "Very well." "Thank you, Bevier. Anyway, it would have put you in danger and you could have been found out. And that would not have been good." Just then there was the sound of a car pulling up outside the gate. Bevier flinched as he always seemed to do around cars, TVs, lights and other technology. "Bye!" I called, charging out the door and up the drive. I waved to Bevier from the window and he raised a single hand in farewell before the taxi drove down the road. Okay, so I felt more than a little bit bad, but what could I do? I told him the truth; he couldn't have come to school with me. Besides, if he gets freaked out by cars, how's he going to react in my school? I mean, I get freaked by my school, and I've been attending for three years. This is the best way. No matter how evil I feel leaving the poor guy all alone for the whole day.....Damn it.
*** I yawned as my friend Alistair sat down next to me. "Hi." "Hi." ...silence... "So," I tried to think of something to talk about, ".....How are you?" "Tired." "Oh....me too." "Yeah." ...what a wonderful and deep conversation..... and yet I cannot think of anything else to talk about.... "So," I tried agin, "What've you been up too?" "Nothing. The weekend was shite." "Oh." Alistair's never big for conversation in the morning, especially as he stays up until 2 every night. I tried to think of something else to say. "...." inspiration "Oh! I finished my book! It was great! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......" Alistair looked bored, he had heard so many of my tributary sighs to great books that it never even wierded him out any more. We were silent until we got to school.
*** "Hello Miss Wallace!" "Hi John!" "Fuck off!" I frowned at Alistair. "That's mean!" "Well John's fucking well butting in on our converstion and-" "What have you been up to, Miss Wallace?" asked John, ignoring Alistair's cranky remarks. I grinned brightly at him, pleased to have someone else who was human in the morning. "Nothing much." "Marjory! You fucking-" "Me neither." "Stop fucking well ignoring me-" "Have you done your German homework?" "Marjory! Fucking well talk to me you fucking-" "Yeah." "MARJORY!" Alistair grabbed me by the arm and pincered his fingers down on my pressure point making me yelp in pain. Then he kicked John's chair. "Stop fucking well talking to him when you're talking to me! He's always butting in! It's fucking irritating!" I sadly nursed my wrist. "You're mean!" "Ah, but I'm funny." "Damn it!" I started to laugh. "So," I looked round at John and Alistair growled. I ignored him. "Yes, John?" He thought for a minute. "Have you been looking for Bevier?" Now, John has never read a David Eddings book, but he sits next to me in German and in front of me in Modern Studies, so he knows me well enough to realise that I am a hopeless fanatic. He also reminded me, in his joking question, of something very important which, me being incredibly thick, I had forgotten about completely. I blinked for a few seconds, then spun round to face Alistair. "OhmygoshOhmygosh! I have something really important to tell you!" He looked at me questioningly. "Yes?" I took a deep breath, and told him. Silence. Then he and John erupted into hysterical laughter. "That's a good one." sniggered Alistair mockingly. I looked at them, crestfallen. "But it's true." I whimpered in a tiny voice. "Marjory, you know, you, you, Fuck off!" cried Alistair starting to laugh again. I sighed and looked down moodily at my Modern Studies folder, this was not going to be a good day.
*** School was boring. So I'm not going to bore you with a boring account of my boredom there. After school I went out to see to my pony, hoping Bevier would appear. He didn't. I went home, hoping he'd be there. He wasn't. I ran down to the sheds. Nothing. I flopped down depressed on my bed that night. Maybe he had fallen out with me over the school thing. I sighed unhappily. The next morning I was standing waiting for the taxi. Still no sign of Bevier. He must've left. For all that his protectiveness was a hassle, I was really sad at the thought of his leaving. Suddenly- "Good morning, Lady Marjory!" "GAH!" I spun around. "How do you do that!?" "That doesn't matter! I've found a way to be with you at school!" "...you whit?"
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Okay, so you all saw that coming! Lol, ah well. I'll try and update soon!
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I was standing in my kitchen in my school uniform at ten to eight in the morning, waiting for the taxi to pick me up to take me to the bus stop (It's stupid, I know). I almost leapt out of my skin when Bevier appeared. I never know how, but he's amazing at knowing when I'm alone and sneaking up on me. He'd gotten worse since he'd become my "champion". It was flattering and everything, but a little odd. "Where are you going? Why are you in those clothes? Why are you up so early?" "GAH! Where did you come from?!" I glanced around frantically, searching for any family life-forms. "I saw the lights on and I wondered what was happening. What is happening? Where are you going?" "What if my dad had been here!? And how did you get in? I didn't hear any doors opening?" "He left half an hour ago and that's not important! Where are you going?" "You have to answer my question!" Bevier paused and looked confused. "....why?" "Because I asked you first!" ".........no you didn't, I asked you first." he pointed out. I thought for a minute and then my head slumped forward. "....drat..." "Where are you going anyway, My Lady?" "School." I mumbled. He blinked. "Where I go to get educated. I have to wear these clothes as it's the uniform." "But......you're female...don't you get tutored at home?" I shook my head and smiled blandly. "Nup." "...What is your school like?" he asked a little suspiciously. "Well, all the kids from the area go to it -" "You mean all the girls?" "No....all the kids. The boys too." He looked scandalised. "There are boys going too?!" "Yes." A pause. "I am going with you." It took a second for this staement to penetrate my brain fully. ".......What!?! No!" "Why not? I am your champion. I must protect you and uphold your honour." "You can't come to school with me! Men don't just turn up with students and follow them about!" "Ah-" he said gravely "But I would not merely be accompanying you, I would be protecting you. Surely the school cannot disagree with that." "I don't need protected! The teachers look after me!" "Are they trained in battle?" "No." "Well then." "No! Look!" I took a deep breath and tried to put it into terms that Bevier's culture would understand. "It is not..uh...proper for a man unrelated to a girl to be ...uhh.. in a close proximity of her ...uhh.. lots." Wow, great ending. It seemed to work though, as Bevier looked more than a little frustrated. "But.....I'm your champion....." I looked at him apologetically. He sighed and a resigned expression grew on his face. "Very well." "Thank you, Bevier. Anyway, it would have put you in danger and you could have been found out. And that would not have been good." Just then there was the sound of a car pulling up outside the gate. Bevier flinched as he always seemed to do around cars, TVs, lights and other technology. "Bye!" I called, charging out the door and up the drive. I waved to Bevier from the window and he raised a single hand in farewell before the taxi drove down the road. Okay, so I felt more than a little bit bad, but what could I do? I told him the truth; he couldn't have come to school with me. Besides, if he gets freaked out by cars, how's he going to react in my school? I mean, I get freaked by my school, and I've been attending for three years. This is the best way. No matter how evil I feel leaving the poor guy all alone for the whole day.....Damn it.
*** I yawned as my friend Alistair sat down next to me. "Hi." "Hi." ...silence... "So," I tried to think of something to talk about, ".....How are you?" "Tired." "Oh....me too." "Yeah." ...what a wonderful and deep conversation..... and yet I cannot think of anything else to talk about.... "So," I tried agin, "What've you been up too?" "Nothing. The weekend was shite." "Oh." Alistair's never big for conversation in the morning, especially as he stays up until 2 every night. I tried to think of something else to say. "...." inspiration "Oh! I finished my book! It was great! Haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa......" Alistair looked bored, he had heard so many of my tributary sighs to great books that it never even wierded him out any more. We were silent until we got to school.
*** "Hello Miss Wallace!" "Hi John!" "Fuck off!" I frowned at Alistair. "That's mean!" "Well John's fucking well butting in on our converstion and-" "What have you been up to, Miss Wallace?" asked John, ignoring Alistair's cranky remarks. I grinned brightly at him, pleased to have someone else who was human in the morning. "Nothing much." "Marjory! You fucking-" "Me neither." "Stop fucking well ignoring me-" "Have you done your German homework?" "Marjory! Fucking well talk to me you fucking-" "Yeah." "MARJORY!" Alistair grabbed me by the arm and pincered his fingers down on my pressure point making me yelp in pain. Then he kicked John's chair. "Stop fucking well talking to him when you're talking to me! He's always butting in! It's fucking irritating!" I sadly nursed my wrist. "You're mean!" "Ah, but I'm funny." "Damn it!" I started to laugh. "So," I looked round at John and Alistair growled. I ignored him. "Yes, John?" He thought for a minute. "Have you been looking for Bevier?" Now, John has never read a David Eddings book, but he sits next to me in German and in front of me in Modern Studies, so he knows me well enough to realise that I am a hopeless fanatic. He also reminded me, in his joking question, of something very important which, me being incredibly thick, I had forgotten about completely. I blinked for a few seconds, then spun round to face Alistair. "OhmygoshOhmygosh! I have something really important to tell you!" He looked at me questioningly. "Yes?" I took a deep breath, and told him. Silence. Then he and John erupted into hysterical laughter. "That's a good one." sniggered Alistair mockingly. I looked at them, crestfallen. "But it's true." I whimpered in a tiny voice. "Marjory, you know, you, you, Fuck off!" cried Alistair starting to laugh again. I sighed and looked down moodily at my Modern Studies folder, this was not going to be a good day.
*** School was boring. So I'm not going to bore you with a boring account of my boredom there. After school I went out to see to my pony, hoping Bevier would appear. He didn't. I went home, hoping he'd be there. He wasn't. I ran down to the sheds. Nothing. I flopped down depressed on my bed that night. Maybe he had fallen out with me over the school thing. I sighed unhappily. The next morning I was standing waiting for the taxi. Still no sign of Bevier. He must've left. For all that his protectiveness was a hassle, I was really sad at the thought of his leaving. Suddenly- "Good morning, Lady Marjory!" "GAH!" I spun around. "How do you do that!?" "That doesn't matter! I've found a way to be with you at school!" "...you whit?"
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Okay, so you all saw that coming! Lol, ah well. I'll try and update soon!