DOUBLE DIGITS! I'm a very happy girl! Charlie: We're out in the woods in the middle of the night reading poetry? Me: Yup. Anderson: Are we going to do anything illegal? Me: Not really, just sneaking off from school. Danny: Is that it? Me: Well, yeah, that's how the movie worked… Sean, Charlie, Danny, Rob, Anderson, Geoff and Sabrina: What movie? Me: Um, nothing, I meant the story you all told me about your parents… a he he he he he…
"He clasps the crag with crooked hands;
Close to the sun in lonely lands,
Ring'd with the azure world, he stands.
The wrinkled sea beneath him crawls;
He watches from his mountain walls,
And like a thunderbolt he falls." Sean was holding his flashlight close to the book to read 'The Eagle' as we passed the book around to take turns reading from it. Sabs had read 'The Sky Is Low' by Emily Dickinson, Anderson had read 'The Bells' in a deep commanding voice that sent shivers down your spine, Robert had opted for 'The Seven Ages of Man' of Shakespeare and had delivered it in a quirky tone that had sent everyone into laughter, Geoff was now picking out one of the pieces of paper that had been carefully stored within the pages of Verse. He was now reading it aloud in a manner of confusion.
"I have been but inspired
I have naught but what desired
Truths and convictions
I tire of others dictions
But have what is free
That is to be
Not of others whim or as they bade
I have planted my garden with my spade
I take this dream of thine
And make it mine
I make me
That is to be." Geoff paused. "What the hell were they smoking when they wrote this? I can't quite make the signature out, guess we'll never know." He said folding the paper up and stowing it once more in Verse. He passed the book off to Danny, who took another loose page from the book. He scanned it, sniggered and then began to read.
"What makes me, me?
give me a good look,
you'll see
I have looks
The daring
Screw school books
On this prison
For only a year more
I'll never miss ya Hell-ton. By Charles Dalton." Danny hooted waving the paper around for me to see. I snatched it away and looked for the signature. Yep, sure enough, there was my fathers bold scribble at the bottom, and a drawing of breasts. I raised my eyebrows, the man had been a touch of a pervert. I handed it back to Danny who folded it and put it away. The book was handed back to me as we'd each gone around once. I flipped through the pages absent-mindedly. There was a quiver of a bell that struck twice, signaling that it was two in the morning. We all agreed that we'd best get back to the school and at least get a few hours sleep. So off through the wood we went. When we got to the grounds, Sabs and I split off from the boys and crept back to our dorms.
When Sabs and I got to our room I felt like cheering with pleasure. God, I was just happy. So happy, elated and jubilant. I was me, I was something; I was defying authority and knew I would very well be thrown out of the school if anyone found out. Whistling a wandering tune, I got my flute out of its case and put it together. My fingers slid over the cool, sleek metal as I positioned my fingers on it. I began a wild wandering song with keen and longing notes. I thought of wild places, hills of green and woods of emerald. Hey, a girl is entitled to do what she wants to, even if it's outright weird.
Sabs had shoved her pillow firmly over her head in attempt to tune out my erratic music. I made the flute trill and the notes dance. I gave it a moment to sink in; then I hit the best high note I'd ever accomplished. I also woke up nearly the entire school. It took me a millisecond to realize what was up. I stowed my flute and dove into bed before you could say 'flute'. I pretended to sleep as teachers investigated the noise.
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The next morning I was glad to learn I wasn't the only musician on the campus; there were several that could share the blame for the disturbances of the previous night, so I was off the hook. Sabs went ahead of me to breakfast and related the tale to the others before grace. They all stifled silent laughter as I perused casually into the hall as the headmaster, a Mr. Harding, began grace. I began to pile my plate with the disgusting food. It was all there was to eat. Not many of us could get off of the grounds to get real food very often.
I shoveled down a plate of what looked to be eggs, toast and sausages. They didn't allow us coffee, we got orange juice. Annette down the way had a compact out and was obnoxiously putting her make up on. She was most of the girl's antithesis. She actually found a way not to look tired or like she had ever exerted herself at all. In fact, there was good reason for that. She had nearly every boy in the school drooling over her; and she loved it. Unlike most of us she had the build for it. Medium height with thick blonde hair, long legs, slim figure and big blue eyes. She also never ate. I couldn't do that, ever. I wasn't fat, but I was solid with shoulders a touch broad for a girl. And I generally behaved like a tomboy. Besides the fact I am nothing along the line of attractive. I have near elbow length dark brown hair, pale skin and steely blue eyes. I didn't say I was ugly, I just said I wasn't all that attractive.
After breakfast I had Chem., and that was dull. We dragged on through chemical composition, I think. I don't know. I was itching to get out of the school. French was actually tolerable. From detention I was ahead of everyone else and was gliding through the class. "C'est la vie! C'est la vie!" I began chanting to myself. (A/N: This is the life) I was in a lyrical mood as I marched off to Trig. But good moods are meant to be ruined by miserable teachers. I stormed off to Fine Arts with a scowl and four, four, pages of Trig homework. Sabrina was poking at her water lilies, as I was ready to rip mine to shreds. I noticed a certain lack of a teacher, so got out a clean piece of paper. You know, the big stuff that only the art department has. I swirled my pencil around a few time making big loops before I settled into a real drawing.
I was out of it. This whole midnight run had left me feeling a little stir-crazy if you will. I drew the moon over the sea. There were faces in the water, made from the foam and froth. Specters with ghastly expressions; I was having my self a good time.
"That is very good Charlie." A voice said over my shoulder; and it was too old to be a student and it definitely wasn't Sabrina Meeks. "Aw, shit!" I hissed. I wasn't doing my assignment and there was a teacher behind me. I swung around wildly; it was O'Ryan. He was smiling. "I am going to pretend I didn't hear that." He said mildly. I nodded, swallowing hard with relief. O'Ryan was subbing the class for the normal teacher. I think he was better too, oddly enough. I think he really knew nothing about art and therefore was much more open-minded than Mr. Taylor. Well, I think he was good; he actually helped Sabs finished those goddamn lilies. I think he's going to be my favorite sub.
History was mind numbing. That and I had been out until three in the morning the previous evening. I was trying to clear my head as Murrieta droned through the Civil War. Donelly was all bitch. She was driving us forth with an iron fist in English. I could see Anderson getting fidgety in the back. When the bell rang and I was allowed to gym class, I ran for it. We were finally getting to use the facilities that were indoors. Coach Allen was going to attempt to teach two classes at once how to fence. Some girls were uneasy with the idea; some guys were too eager for a go at it; I got the foil in my hand and you should have pitied the person who got stuck with me. I think even the Coach was scared at the smile I gave, so he put me with very large Anderson.
Coach spent the next hour yelling at all of the pairs, ok, well, mostly at me. Some of the girls needed to do more, some of the boys needed to stab less and parry more, I needed to stop trying to jump Neil Anderson and give the poor boy enough time to react. I think I could see the hair on his head turning gray and falling out as I stabbed at Anderson. When I waltzed off to the shower he sagged with relief. If I didn't know better, I would think that the Coach didn't like me. Sabrina in the showers already when I arrived; in stalls next to each other we talked about the perks of gym class. Yes, it was a good way to get exercise; no, you shouldn't use it to vent your anger or to try to kill anyone.
I went over to boys block when I knew they were done and in clothes. All the same, they got extremely uncomfortable when I leant against the wall. I whistled to call to my friends. They extricated themselves from the crowd with red faces. To all of ones who couldn't stop staring, I gave them the finger to remember me by. I've been doing that a lot lately, maybe too much. I'd have to cut back on it. Neil, Rob, Geoff, Sean and Danny were ready to kill me. But my good mood was back. I merely caught Sean and Danny in head locks (one on each side) and demanded to know when we were going out again. Anderson rolled his eyes and said Friday, calm down it's only Monday, when I tightened to choke hold on Sean and Danny. I let them go and walked to dinner with Sabs and the guys. The other girls would stare. I found out why; to them those were some of the 'hottest' guys in the place. Yeah right.
Danny, Sean, Geoff, Anderson and Rob: We're hot? Me: Well no shit Sherlocks. I created ya, so ya must be good looking to a degree. Charlie: I don't think they look all that good. Me: No one asked you. Sabrina: ((waves at Danny)) Hey ya stud. Danny: ((smiles and waves back)) Hi! Me: Will you ever stop that! Sabrina and Danny: May we go use the closet? Me: NO! Sabrina: I'll give you all the money we owe you for the food. Me: No. Charlie: Oo, who's Green Day? Me: Step away from the music downloads! I don't think you should be listening to that. Charlie: I walk this empty street, on the boulevard of broken dreams, where the city sleeps… Me: Shut that off! Geoff: How do you use this Play Station 2? Sean: And how do you play Return of the King? Anderson: Oo, who's Pippin? Me: That's my journal! Danny: Who's Sam and why are they calling? Me: ((picks up her phone)) No, he's a friend, we are certainly NOT doing that…no, don't tell anyone, Sam, Sam, SAM! ((puts down the phone)) Danny YOU ARE A DEAD MAN! Danny: Uh oh. Me: RAR! ((starts to chase Danny)) Charlie: Read between the lines, what's knocked up and everything's all right, check my vital signs, and no I'm still alive and I walk alone… Me: ((is dragging Danny by his ear)) My god, it's like taking care of a bunch of toddlers, this lot. Danny: Ow, ow, ow, ow! Me: Now, before the others catch wind of what I'm doing…would anyone like to see any pairings in the Society? My friends have suggested Charlie/Anderson, Charlie/Rob, Sabrina/Danny, Sabrina/Sean, Sabrina/Anderson and Charlie/Danny. One even mentioned slash, which I'm not comfortable writing. I don't have anything against it; I'm just not comfortable writing it. I mean, I can appreciate a good slash story, but I can't write it. So, give me some votes or make up different pairs. I don't have an issue with new characters…saves me the trouble of thinking them up myself! I won't doing an romantic stuff until the senior year. Ok? Ok!