Sorry it took me so long to update but i've had exams, computer camp, shopping and packing to tend to; i do have a life outside of internet aswel, no matter how small it might be:) Ill try to update more often now that i have more time now.
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The next day, we were all set to register John at his new school. He was so excited, he was hopping all over the place, tidying up, starching his uniform yet again, and fixing his hair. I smiled at him in encouragement. "Everything's going to be okay, I promise" I said. He smiled back nervously. "I think I might be ready now" he spoke softly. Mícheál nodded and we each slipped on our overcoats and left the apartment. It was a nice day outside, considering that it was overcast. We walked the half mile down to Ecole Secondaire Claude Bernard, a quaint little private school near the Seine. John was practically bouncing all the way there. Just before we turned the last corner, Mícheál reminded him not to reveal what we really are. "Of course" he replied, "I won't forget".
John came home skipping after a long day in school. He burst in the door screaming "Mam! Dad!". I turned and grabbed him in an embrace. I tried to be gentle as I wrapped him in a bear-tight hug. "Em...Mam...can't...breathe". I laughed as I released him. "How was your day darling?" John was beaming. "It was great! I made loads of friends and got on great in my classes. I'm not so sure about some of my teachers though, they seemed as though they really hate the students."
"I have to go and do my homework now or I'll be whipped tomorrow when I go in". I snarled at the thought that someone would intentionally hurt my child. Mícheál went to restrain me in case I might do something I would regret later, or maybe not. I brushed him off and hugged my son again. "Go on do your homework son; I'll have dinner ready when you're done". I kissed the top of his head and let him off to his room.
Mícheál looked at me, "You know we can't get involved in school matters like this, I told you what schools were like" he spoke softly to me. "I know, but I just can't stand it that they actually like beating children. It's just not natural." I was wringing my hands in frustration. I had forgotten just how cruel people in power could be. Fair enough, some children did have attitude problems but I had seen firsthand that teachers often went way too far.
I turned to Mícheál and tucked my head into his velvet stone chest. He wrapped his arms around me and stroked my hair soothingly. He drove the destructive thoughts right out of my head when he kissed me tenderly. It was a struggle often to wait until John was asleep for us to retire to our room for the night. I caressed his angelic warrior face and smiled. "Thank you for distracting me Mícheál, I love you". "Love you too Emma" he whispered in my ear.
I sighed and left the loving embrace of my love that seemed so warm and soft to me. "I suppose that I should get a start on John's dinner then". I pulled out all the ingredients of cottage pie (John's favourite) and started to put it all together. Mícheál pulled a face at the food at each step, a daily ritual for us. Human food for us is grotesque as slime. "You don't have to eat it so stop complaining, or I'll make you eat it" I teased. Once in a while he did, just trying to prove that he could. He leaned over the counter and peered at my quick work. His thick blonde eyebrows were knotted together as if he were trying to figure something out. I tried to ignore him; he would tell me what was on his mind when he was ready.
I grinned at him as he strolled over to the gramophone and turned on music. Louis Armstrong started to play, our favourite from this decade. He almost floated over to me with his graceful dancing and held out his hand. I giggled at I threw off my apron and jumped into his arms. We twirled around and around the kitchen, a dip here and there. The music was coming to its climax and Mícheál spun me around for one last time, leaning me back off my feet, his lips searching for mine. We kissed as the music came to an end. We straightened up, not separating our lips. His right hand tucked a strand of my hair behind my ear. We broke apart suddenly as we heard John clear his throat. If I was still human I would have blushed. I gathered up my apron and tied it around me again. "Dinner's just about ready; set the table there would you?"
John made ready the table and sat down to his dinner. I looked over the work he had done so far for school and was impressed. All his work was impeccable, not even a blotch of ink. Mícheál glanced down at the paper and grinned. "I have an idea, why don't we go somewhere for the weekend, to celebrate a successful week blending in" he spoke. John's eyes brightened at this suggestion. "How about we go to Orléans? It's not too far away and we can stay out of sunlight easily" he replied. Mícheál seemed to think about it, but I already knew what he was going to say. "Well, I'm not sure... emmm...okay". "YES!" John yelled as he punched the air.
Be prepared, big shocker soon. Betchya wont get it!:) dont forget to review, i like constructive criticism - it can only make a story better