Take Me Away
Rosie Real
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Dedication: My reviewers.
You are better than non-reviewers.
:-) Go you.
Hehehe, it seems like lately I've been inspired to write everything but a new chapter. Well… better than not writing at all, correct? Really, I planned on having this done sooner, but finals came and I got mauled by my textbooks…
Then I had to get over sleep deprivation… and major dry skin…
And then there were these ninjas… damn ninjas…
…Anyway…
New chapter has come, so read to your hearts content.
Chapter Six: The Things We Hide
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"So what you're saying is, and I can't believe we're actually having this discussion… I'm the wife?" Alex Waters's coal black eyes flashed outrage and a glint of very well hidden amusement. His lengthy bluish black hair dripped pool water as he effortlessly tread water in Titan High School swimming pool. "…Me?" he questioned again in disbelief.
Roy Harper's olive eyes stared back with plain, obvious amusement, smirking at the very offended, very feminine shriek of indignation embedded his friend's tone. "Yeah, basically, Mrs. Harper," He sat cross legged at the edge of the pool, still shiny with sweat from Cross Country practice. The practice had ended ten minutes ago, but he had stopped to get science notes from his lab partner: the wet and equally annoyed Alex Waters.
The very same Alex who was glaring at him that very moment. After ducking under water briefly and coming up for air, he voiced his annoyance with the opening demand, "Okay, why can't you just let that entire thing go?" He ducked under quickly and came up, spitting out pool water like a fountain, rubbing water out of his eyes. "I could kill West for starting it. Wait, no, I'd pay Jenny to do it," The decision was left unexplained, but an involuntary shudder ran through Roy briefly, at the idea of Jenny's rage let loose. With weapons.
"Well, why can't you come up with any arguments?" Roy persisted, grinning mischievously now. "It's not my fault you suck at debating,"
The swimming boy rolled his eyes as he turned to float on his back. "Alright, fine. I'm definitely not the wife in this hypothetical relationship because… well, number one, I'm a man. Meaning I consist of the male hormone testosterone, an amazing tolerance for beer, and a weakness for porn. Oh, and I'm taller than you! And older than you by two months-,"
"Whoa, wait! Sexist!" Roy accused in mock offense. "What does height or age have to do with being a wife?"
Alex rolled his eyes at the ceiling, turning his body to face his friend forward. "…Because the wives are always shorter and younger,"
"You sexist bastard!" Roy now shouted, holding in his laughter with difficulty.
Alex grinned. "Who, me? Sexy? Oh, I know. That compliment definitely makes you my wife. That, and your feminist rant,"
Roy scoffed, "It wasn't a rant… and I said sexist, not sexy… dumbass,"
Alex rolled his eyes, shrugging his shoulders in a defeated manner. Under his breath, he muttered, "A typical wife-ly response,"
The auburn haired boy glared at him briefly, before fixing his hair in the pool reflection. "Oh you'd like that wouldn't you?" he dismissed, smirking. Alex said nothing, staring instead at the water, his pale face fixed in a strange thoughtful expression.
There was a silence. Uncomfortably, Roy raised a questioning eyebrow. "……. Your turn to say something,"
Alex looked up, any trace of laughter on his face gone. With smooth, strong strokes, he began to push himself toward Roy, the frozen serious expression never changing. The auburn haired boy was immobile and held his breath until Alex was right in front of him. The surrounding deafening noises of the indoor pool began to fade around them.
Gripping the edge of the pool with his soaked hands, Alex propped himself in front of Roy. "Hmm. Like… that?" he pondered in a clear voice.
Roy stared, silent.
Alex smiled. "What I'd like… is to see how ridiculous your hair would look…" He smirked, "Wet," And with that, pulled Roy into the pool before his friend had the chance to say, "Huh?"
Actually, it was more of a, "Hu- acckk!!" The scream of rage would have continued if it hadn't been stopped by a mouthful of chlorine enhanced pool water. Alex himself was pulled underwater by the speed of his attack, and sank gracefully underwater. Underneath the silent aquamarine water, his black eyes squinted opened to see Roy flailing clumsily, weighted by his tennis shoes. He let out a muffled chuckle that released a burst of oxygen bubbles. Roy's squinting olive eyes met his amused black ones.
"Bastard," Roy gurgled, although it sounded more like "Baggurd". However, he could never hold a grudge against a good prank, and soon he and Alex were grinning at each other.
If only just for a second before both swam up to breathe, breaking the surface as, somehow, closer friends than they had been moments ago.
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Winter snuck up on the students of Titan High. It was barely acknowledged until the twenty sixth of November, when everyone woke up to the site of six inches of fluffy white powder.
Snow. There is something beautiful about the first fall…
Kori and Rachel exchanged smiles as they pulled into the senior parking lot. The forest of trees that covered the school grounds looked like a winter wonderland, dripping with icicles and snow. Terra Markov raced past them with a shriek, dodging snowballs thrown by Logan and Victor, who quickly followed after her. Bethany Honey gingerly stepped through the snow, trying hard not to get her suede boots too wet, but she too couldn't stop a welcoming smile at the snowflakes caught in her hair.
Feeling uncomfortably like a mix between Ebenezer Scrooge and The Grinch, Jenny blinked blearily at the falling flakes outside Michael's car window, craving bed rest more than anything else in the world. God damn snow plows. Six inches… I demand a snow day…
Seeing everyone's strange giddiness, she slid into a happier mood. That is, until she stepped out, into a pile of snow.
Oh wow. That's actually… extremely freezing.
After leaping away to a patch of dry pavement, she mentally screamed at herself for mindlessly putting on open-toed wedges. Why, Jenny, why?? She griped, automatically despising every snowplow official and janitor for not shoveling the side walk… and stairs…
They certainly had no problem shoveling the streets.
She frowned, plunging her un-mitten-ed hands into her white parka, and took a step into the snow.
Frigid! Ack! Do not like!
She leaped away and moaned loudly and irritatingly, and proceeding to glare menacingly at a pack of sophomore boys who stared at her in mixed alarm and amusement. A low chuckle broke her stubborn bad temper, and she whirled around to face Roy Harper and Wally West. The red haired duo… of doom.
Wally. I should have known. We seriously have to stop meeting like this… it's getting creepy.
She scowled at them, specifically at their anonymous hot drinks in theirs hands, and demanded, "Why didn't they shovel the sidewalks?"
Roy's eyebrows rose, staring at her bare toes. "Why did you wear those shoes?"
Wally beat her to punch, answering with a mocking smile, "She is not responsible for her actions so early in the morning…"
Jenny blew a spare strand out of her face in annoyance. He knows me too well. "Are you just going to stand there and tease me, or will you be gentlemen and offer me help?" She thought about making them shovel a path, or lending her shoes… or maybe dragging a janitor out here, explaining the scenario, and then getting sent home because no one wanted to shovel the sidewalk! Sleep! YES!
She giggled despite herself, and Roy, just as he was about to answer, was thrown off slightly. "Ahh… um, you okay there?"
She nodded, still smiling though. Wally stepped forward, throwing a casual arm around her shoulders. "A gentleman, you ask? Lucky for you, the West family happens to be made up of gentlemen!"
Jenny and Roy exchanged a glance. "Cough, full-of-it, cough!" Roy hinted heavily, dodging Wally's shove as he headed for the school. "Just carry her, West, I'm sure she'll love that,"
She shook her head in disbelief. Yeah. Fat chance- "Oh Jesus! Put me down! Wally! He was kidding!" Her shrieks were futile however; as he smoothly carried her in the embarrassing wedding style position, with a ridiculous ease that (very secretly) turned her on.
Not that she would ever show it. She certainly gave him a mouthful, including a few smacks, one kick, and an extensive amount of German profanity. Although when he smiled and just took it, it didn't really bother her so much.
He is useful, I'll give him that, she thought grudgingly, brushing snow out of his hair absentmindedly. Arm in arm, they passed the hot white mocha (as it turned out to be) back and forth, making their way to Jenny's locker.
Meanwhile, Kori had run over to join Terra, Victor, and Logan. Deciding to hang back, Rachel walked slowly toward unmarked snow. The glittering ground remained untouched before her feet. The snow was the blankest white, with flecks of pastel from the rising sun. She fought with the desire to taint its simple perfection or to let it be, and lost as she plowed through, amusing herself by making tracks.
I need to paint something like this someday. She decided, brushing a snowflake from her eyelash. From the corner of her eye, she spotted someone walking toward her. Someone with hair as white as the snow. She ducked her dark hair in her face to hide her smile.
"It's pretty, isn't it?" Michael inquired, his hands stuffed deep into his heavy gray jacket, as he approached her.
Rachel nodded, sending him a shy smile. He returned it absentmindedly, knowing he should search for Mammoth and Gizmo for their monthly supply of marijuana… Fred Myers said something about crystal meth, although he could probably get it anywhere. Michael pushed the thoughts away, determined to figure out what Rachel was doing, why she decided to not participate in the snowball fight with Kori.
Maybe she's not active. She doesn't look active… Maybe she's in a fight with Kori…?
It wasn't near obsession. More of a higher focus level, as he called it. Before he could continue his thoughts, she had interrupted them with, "Michael, I wanted to ask-,"
Next thing both of them knew, Michael was plowed into the snow, underneath Zachary, who had tackled him line-backer style, along with the customary victory yell.
Covered head to toe with freezing snow, Michael tore himself from the ground, violently pushing Zach away. "Zach, what the fuck are you doing?"
"Winning!" His friend replied with a grin, pinning Michael to his back. From the sides, Rachel covered her mouth to suppress her laughter.
Michael narrowed his eyes, but the sides of his mouth twitched upward. "What game were we playing? …And when did it even start?"
"I don't know but I'm winning!" He answered, laughing as Michael struggled to get free from his death grip. "Rachel!" Michael finally called, "Get him off!"
Zach smirked. "Don't flatter the girl, foolish boy. What on earth could she do?"
WACK!
"Sonuvabich" Zach suddenly howled, clutching the side of his head. "No fair! That was to the head!"
Rachel smirked back, packing up another snowball in her hand. "Poor baby," she cooed, tossing the snowball to Michael, who jumped to his feet.
"Ha! Rachel's on my team!" Michael exclaimed with an unusual enthusiasm, moving to stand closer to the brown haired girl. Guess that beats the theory of her not being active… jesus, look at his face! She got him good!
Zach scowled, shaking his head in disapproval. "Lousy cheaters. There can be no teammates…" He looked around and sighed, "Fine. I'll have to beat you both…" And with that, aggressively kicked a nearby tree trunk.
Buckets of snow suddenly fell from shaken tree branches and onto Michael and Rachel. Michael was up the fastest, grabbing his teammates hand and pulling her with him. Freshly annoyed and freezing, both raced after Zachary. Rachel let go of Michael's hand to scoop up some snow, packing a vengeful amount of ice with the snowball.
Twenty feet away, Zachary raced for the school stairs.
Taking aim, she pulled her arm back, and got ready to throw.
Meanwhile, Kori skipped up the steps to find Rachel. Her red pony-tail bounced up and down as she skipped steps, not even noticing the brown bullet of speed before suddenly she collided with it. Zachary caught his balance quicker than she did. In fact, she barely had time to squeak in surprise before falling backwards on the slippery steps.
Not forgetting Rachel and Michael, he quickly pulled her back into a standing position and pulled her up the stairs with him. "Not very graceful, Miss Ballerina," he commented with a smirk.
Breathlessly, she stared into his eyes, more than a little amazed by the unexpected display of knight-in-shining-armor-instincts. Think pure thoughts. Good thoughts. Holy thoughts. Church. Sex with Zach. NO. CHURCH. …In church- kinky! No! Bad Kori!
"Thanks, by the way," she said with a sudden blush that made him stop dead in his tracks, and his haste. He forgot about his haste in fact. It was remembered, however, when he was hit hard by a snowball on the back of his shoulder. She shrieked and stumbled back from the sudden echoing smack!
Zachary groaned, rubbing his shoulder, as he turned to glare at Rachel. Kori gaped at her friend, who was laughing victoriously and clapping hands with Michael.
"Rachel!" she gasped, fighting to keep disapproval on her face, instead of amused surprise, "What are you doing??"
Rachel stopped jumping abruptly, staring sheepishly at her gaping friend. "…Um… winning?" she answered, exchanging a victorious look with Michael.
The four of them stood awkwardly in silence for a second, before it was dissolved with Rachel, Zachary, and Michael's laughter, that only increased with Kori's confused expression.
Suddenly, the bell rang which triggered a number of reactions: Zach and Michael sighed disappointedly, Rachel swore, and Kori paled, as they all burst into a mad dash to their lockers.
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"The four of you are seven minutes late to my class. That is four hundred and twenty seconds to figure out a convincing excuse for why you are late, and soaking wet," Mr. Watson stared carefully at Michael, Rachel, Kori, and Zachary. Quickly, he found the weakest link, Kori, and stared hard at her.
The redhead squirmed in embarrassment, averting her gaze to the sympathetic eyes of the students.
"Kori." Mr. Watson barked, "Please, enlighten me,"
She gulped. "Um," She glanced at Rachel, and then at Zachary, "Well… you see, sir, um, Rachel and I were late leaving because-,"
"We had to shovel my driveway," Rachel filled in quickly. "Well, more like chip at it, my driveway was really icy,"
"Zach and Michael drove by," Kori stammered, gaining more confidence, "And helped us," Rachel nodded, sending a convincing thank-you-smile to Michael, who shook his head as in 'No-big-deal'.
Kori shuffled her feet, while Zachary shrugged his shoulders, matching Michael's attitude.
Mr. Watson didn't buy it. "…Ahh. Because Zach and Mike are such good citizens, right? Kori?"
Kori looked up and nodded. "Pretty much," She glanced at Rachel. "Although took them a while. Zach just made fun of us… but Michael's a better person than him and helped us right away,"
Zach's mouth dropped open. "Hey!" he exclaimed, in a highly offended voice. "That's the last time I'm helping you!"
Michael chuckled, "Don't worry Zach. You'll have plenty of chances to prove you're a gentleman. Until then," he smirked, "I'm winning,"
Rachel ducked her head, smiling at the floor, and Kori bit her lip to hold in giggles. Mr. Watson, who always leaped at the chance to see Zach's pride hurt, cracked a smile and shook his head, "Very well, we've managed to kill fifteen minutes. Sit down then, all of you," He moved to sit back at his desk, "But don't let it happen again,"
Kori sighed with visible relief, smiling all the way back to her seat. Rachel and Michael exchanged smiles and weaved their way around backpacks the last row.
The four worked obediently for the rest of the class. The class was given ten minutes to complete their homework, while Mr. Watson took a trip to the teacher's lounge.
Kori quickly finished hers, and was patiently trying to help Fang Myers through a Hypothetical Situation question.
"Do you understand the two species of animals they are comparing?" she asked.
"Sure," He answered, gazing at everything but her face. She pretended not to notice but Zachary did.
"Well, then this is all strictly opinion. Write down what you think you need to do as a fake scientist,"
"…Okay,"
"But you need reasoning to back up every decision. Okay?"
"…Okay,"
"That's it!"
"I don't get it,"
Kori smiled, shaking her head. Zachary raised his eyebrows and stole a glance with her, not bothering to hide the 'God-he-is-a-dumbass' look from Fang.
Fredrick glared at Zachary. "Oh, do you have the answer, Zach?" He glanced over his paper, "Hmm… you haven't answered any of them… you aren't waiting for Kori to give you the answers, are you?"
Zach showed his teeth in an almost menacing grin. "Of course not. Why wait?" He snatched her paper and began to copy her answers.
"Zach!" she reprimanded, "You won't get any smarter if you just cheat," She made a move to grab them.
"Not a chance, Princess," He smirked, yanking it out of her reach.
"Zach,"
"Kori,"
She scowled, standing to grab her homework. "Zachary, I won't ask you again,"
He continued to write down answers. "You know, when you talk all serious and I'm-so-intimidating like that, it really makes you all the more attractive," He raised his eyebrows and winked at her, "Kind of in that catholic-school-teacher-kinky way,"
Kori stared at him, open mouthed. Kinky. Ugh, goddamn him. "Ugh! You can't… say things like that!"
"Speak my mind? You'll find that I very well can," He smiled at her. "I bet you enjoy it,"
"I don-," she began hotly, but stopped when Fang suddenly leaped from his desk, and grabbed Kori's homework from Zach, handing it smartly to her. At Kori's widened eyes, he smiled at her. "Ignore him, Kori," he said in his velvety voice, glancing over at Zach, "He just can't stand to be around someone with better hair than him…"
Thrown off, Kori simply gaped. Was Fredrick Myers flirting with her? No, he couldn't be. He dated college girls and once a student teacher. Unlike his sister, he didn't with students in his own grade. Realizing she was just staring, she managed a smile, "Well… I guess in a way, it's a compliment, no?"
Fang shrugged, chuckling. "Maybe? Who knows how his mind works,"
"He is sitting right here, by the way," Zach cut in, glaring slightly at Kori. The glare turned to a smirk as he turned to Fang. "Ahh Fred," He was the only one to call him Fred, "You and your creative insults…You think her hair offends me. That is so sick and twisted," He ruffled Fang's spiky hairdo aggressively. "Hair was always your weakness,"
Fang wasn't backing down, "Let's have a moment of silence… to marvel at Zach's impressive wit,"
Kori's eyes flew back and forth between the two as if their conversation was a tennis match. She stood awkwardly between the two, wondering if she should intervene. For such 'blow off' reputations… they're pretty good at this.
She, as well as nearly every student in the classroom, could remember a time when they were best friends. Zach and Fred, Fred and Zach, Zed. Frach. From Elementary days to sophomore year… they were friends longer than Kori and Rachel's fifth grade and still going inseparable pact.
They were pretty normal as best friends go… got on each others nerves once and a while, but had enough good times to be able to have survived as friends for much longer than they lasted. Then they had some sort of fight… Kori recalled faintly it was about a girl, but no one really knew. Suddenly they weren't speaking, and their cold shoulder lasted longer than any she had ever personally witnessed. Whatever they fought about, it was unlikely it would be forgotten.
Kori made a move to interrupt the two boys, when suddenly, Wally West loudly commented "You know, Kori… you never explained why all four of you were all wet…"
Much too loudly. Her face burned as many students quieted with this realization. Luckily, the bell rang before any further reaction and before anyone knew it, Kori had raced out of the classroom first, a miraculous feat being the furthest from the door. Rachel quickly followed after her, swatting Wally upside the head on her way out.
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The magic of the first snow fall left as quickly as it came. Students began praying faithfully ever night for snow days, along with rumors that teachers were slipping bribes to the superintendent for days off. The ever present cold hopped from class to class, as well as a ruthless cough.
Roads were icy, thick, and miserable. The powdery white snow turned a depressing, gray slush.
With the official heat turned on, the forever slippery floors and stairways, and the countdown for Christmas break, it was clear, winter had officially set in.
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Wally West was the first person to directly say anything to Kori about her lost weight.
"Do you EAT?" He demanded one day at the library. Startled, she dropped the book she had pulled from the shelf and blushed a brilliant crimson. "That was so random," she exclaimed, giggling. "Why do you ask?" The color in her cheeks and sweet smile was so different from the pale, pained face that had been there just moments ago.
It was a little creepy to watch the transformation. He looked as though he was about to say something, but decided against it, shaking his head. "I dunno… it's just… never mind,"
She let him drop it.
The first person to actually notice Kori's weight loss was, in fact, Kitty Myers.
She didn't know who wrote the Declaration of Independence, had no idea how to explain math problems without the help of a calculator, and god forbid if she had to read anything beyond Glamour, Vogue, and Cosmo.
But she had unnaturally keen observation skills. She made it her job to report interesting details about the entire student body, excluding the less popular, younger students.
Sliding next to Dick Grayson for her daily tutoring in French 3, she hissed, "God, can Kori Andrews be more anorexic?"
Almost all of the student body would classify this statement as pure, typical gossip. All but one, Dick Grayson, who had been stuck with Kitty for enough years to understand that her statement was a form of concern.
Okay, Dick processed in his head, translation: I'm going out of my way to mention Kori because I know you're her friend and I think she might actually be anorexic, so heads up! Look into that, alright?
In response, he shrugged his shoulders and answered, "Huh. I'll look into that," Her small shoulders lowered slightly, in a repressed sigh of relief. Dick smiled to himself. No matter how hard she tried to be bitchy (for reasons he didn't care to know), Kitty had placed herself in a mother hen position, without she or anyone else knowing it.
The last person to know about Kori's weight loss was Kori herself, ironically enough.
It would happen months after both of these events. It wouldn't occur until reality was forced upon her.
And after going so far, she wouldn't be sure if she could ever go back.
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Smooth strokes, long strokes, heavy or soft. Requesting and demanding movements, subtle and bold lines. Rachel twisted her pencil around her finger, contemplating a blank canvas.
She couldn't get Michael's song out of her head, and let this flow through her thoughts.
A boy playing the piano. The boy on the canvas would be outlined in silver. The piano would be a sleek black, and the view from a diagonal, above angle. His hands would be focus of the painting, pale and dominating. The lines would be soft and graceful and… somehow musical.
I'm not sure how to do that, but I can learn.
Rachel smiled at the thought, and opened her eyes to a very blank canvas.
Ay. Well… better start sooner or later…
The next thirty minutes were preoccupied with thinking of a color scheme and working the technicalities of the angle she would set for the paintings. Some artists had the gift of being able to simply jump into the painting from only the image in their mind. Even fewer could pull it off.
Rachel was not a risk taker, and more importantly, wanted this painting to be beautiful. She wanted to impress people, not with silly sketches or shading skills… no. She had to get serious sooner or later, and if this painting showed potential… maybe art could finally be let into consideration for her future.
She began to sketch different ideas for the angle, and worked hard on the anatomy of the hands.
It would be perfect if I could just watch someone (Michael) play again, just to see the different positions for hands over the… white things… what are they called? Oh! Keys! Right… oh damn, aren't they in some specific order? …I might need some help.
So involved with her thoughts and sketch, she didn't even notice the art room door open.
I could ask Michael, but I don't want to flat out say, 'Hey guess what? I'm painting you playing the piano! It's inspired by the time I spied on you for a good ten minutes!' Jesus, no! Obsessed much??
Not even the discreet, but heavy footsteps as the person began to approach her. She had even forgotten where she was, forgotten Mr. Mod's absence, forgotten the empty school hallways, and even the eerie silence that seemed to carry the haunting presence of this former prison.
I can go to for some quick photos of hand positions… and probably get the key arrangement down. What about music? Should I copy from something? …What should I call it? Oh! That should be where I put the title of the painting! Yes, good, okay… titles…
Only when he was right behind her did she realize it. She whipped around, pulse and heart racing with surprise. "Oh, Mr. Watson," she gasped faintly, "You scared me, I didn't know you were here,"
He smiled apologetically, showing all his small, straight white teeth, "Oh, I'm sorry, please don't let me disturb you," She didn't turn around, but rubbed her neck awkwardly.
"Um… Mr. Mod won't be back for a while… another twenty minutes at least,"
Mr. Watson raised a thin eyebrow, "And he lets you stay alone?"
Rachel's mouth closed tightly and she mentally screamed at her stupidity. Her panic must have been visible, because he patted her arm. "Don't worry, your little secret is safe with me," he reassured.
She thanked him gratefully, slowly turning back to her drawing. "Would you like me to tell him you came looking for him?" she offered.
Mr. Watson shook his head, "Naah… I didn't come down for him anyway," She nodded, deciding not to press further. She really wanted him to go… sketching with him in the room was impossible.
But he didn't leave. She fiddled with her pencil for a moment, and set it down unsurely. She tried to concentrate, but kept coming back to Mr. Watson who would not leave.
It would be rude to just ask if he wants something…
Rachel stiffened automatically when he stepped forward, leaning over her shoulder to examine her sketches. Strewn around them was her opened portfolio, and he was currently examining a chalk picture of an orchid from the beginning of junior year. He leaned so close, she could feel his hot breath through her hair, against her ear… his sour scent of his breath filling her nose… she froze as he pressed his face into her hair, inhaling… as if smelling it.
"Beautiful…" he whispered huskily, and she leaped out of her seat, letting it crash to the floor. Mr. Watson, however, didn't seem surprised, or even aware of her sudden dash. "The drawing," he said, pointing to the flower, "It's beautiful,"
She nodded, watching him walk out of the classroom confidently, feeling relieved and confused. The door closed behind him, and she rushed to gather her things together, not bothering to wait for Mr. Mod.
Beautiful…
She shuddered, and blocked the memory from her mind, forcing the relief and confusion to fade to invisibility.
But like all invisible things, just because you aren't aware of them, doesn't mean they aren't there.
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1. Why did you wait so long to update??
I was unavoidably detained, and I'm sorry.
2. Were you trying to sneak in some good qualities into Kitten??
You caught me. How else can I put her with Dick?? I refuse to make him bad, and therefore will make her good. So there.
3. Will Kori die?
Not of an eating disorder, that's for sure. C'mon, if it's going to be dramatic, it's going to be something more Rose related, like suicide, or murder, or mysterious, horrific blimp accidents. Watch out for those blimps. (Real answer: No!)
4. How are you?
:-) Thanks for asking! I'm just fine, a little sleep deprived and sore from gymnastics, but I'm okay. How are you?
5. Will you update soon?
As soon as I can!
6. What's with the Roy and Alex part?
Imagine them with cowboy hats, on a lush, green mountain. I think you'll figure it out. ;-) (coughcoughBrokebackMountaincoughcough)
7. ..Oh. I um… I get it… So… OH!!!! They're gay??
Bingo! Have a cookie! (Gives you cookie)
That's all I have for now. Any other questions will be answered either in review responses or in the next chapter!
If you review, I just might have to take a suggestion in the future chapters of the stories… hint hint…
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-Rose