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  2. Thirdly

    The Tollbooth Operator

    Before reading: *glances at Clueless Camping and the Cardmaker and the Caretaker* ...no! They're multichaptered! I can't possibly read them fast enough before lunch time at work and not get caught. But, gods, they're so pretty. *pets the screen* Soon, precious stories, I shall read you soon. Ok, I think I have a generally decent order of single chapter stories...and I think I left off at THIS one. *maximizes the font and switches to white font on black background* While reading: “The boy is getting as weird as you are,” Frankie’s mother yelled before she packed all her suitcases and left when he was six. - Lady, moms are the only ones that can fully accept their kids' quirks. I think the one that's weird here is you. His father had entrusted him with the almost sacred task of manning the gate... - LMAO. Hey, if it makes you happy, it makes me happy. After his death, Frankie typed the rules into his computer and added to them occasionally. - He passed away????? 'Entry is by invitation alone, unless you have authority from the police, the FBI, or similar agencies arriving with proper warrants and IDs. Private citizens or business people, including members of the press, are only permitted entry with valid visitor cards which can be used in the gates or handed to me.' - You tell 'em, Frankie! “Frank did well by you, making sure you had a place and a job after he was gone. It was a great comfort to him when he got ill, knowing you’d be safe and happy here.” “I still miss him.” - *gushing tears* I miss him too, and he isn't even real. It didn’t help that Mr. Dan had told him his life may be in danger. - What the heck happened? “Nope, you’re now part of the witness protection program as the only person who can put Mr. B. in jail for murder, extortion, blackmail, tax evasion and various other crimes." - Oh, damn. “And you used different color pens for mornings, afternoons and evenings.” - Darn straight. Organization is everything! Mr. Morrison once told me the cooks from the main houses have a small competition to make new favorites for me.- LMAO! Aww, he's so adored. “Well, you’re a nice person, Frankie. Being nasty to a guy like you would be like kicking a puppy.” - LMAO! So true! With those words, the lawyer left, and Frankie had all the time in with world to work himself into a nervous state as he imagined holding on to the muscular police officer while they rode his bike. - LMAO! Woo! If Frankie doesn't return to the tollbooth, he can always be a security guard elsewhere. I would very much like to read a follow up of Frankie x Keyno. Do they end up living together? Did Frankie manage to make his appearance at court?
  3. Headstall

    Downy Woodpeckers and Nuthatches

    The book I have had the longest is one first published in 1934. I have the revised and enlarged edition from 1947. It has been my treasure for over fifty years, purchased used from a library sale... although I haven't always treated it as the treasure it is. It is much traveled and much used, and the back cover is gone, and the spine, while perfectly intact, is barely readable. What is this book? Why of course it is A Field Guide to the Birds by Roger Tory Peterson. I am looking at is as I write. The last time I perused it was when I saw a Northern Flicker in my back yard... I love woodpeckers and their drumming sounds... startling when they break the silence. I always know exactly where my book is. I have no idea why I'm telling this. What I want to say is that I loved these two poems. Nuthatches is brilliant and amusing, and beautiful. I love the word 'thunk' and how you used it. You characterized these birds perfectly, and showed a bit of yourself in the meantime. Thanks, Parker, for giving me reason to open my dear friend, my 'bird book,' again.
  4. It has since gone out of fashion as reforms have been put into place, from my understanding. I’m sure it may happen upon occasion, but not nearly with the frequency as it did back in ‘the good olde days’. It was not even as prevalent in the Victorian/Pre-WWI era as it had been in the times before that.
  5. droughtquake

    Chapter 22

    Woody’s sperm donor really should be facing child neglect and emotional abuse charges. At a minimum, he should be seeing a therapist about his attitude. But he’d refuse to get therapy because he doesn’t see himself as a problem. Rev Sparks is the hero for making sure that Dr Chavers demand that Calloway do his job protecting Woody from harassment from other students.
  6. OzLoGo

    Knuckleheads

    I swear this story just keeps getting better. The trial has been the elephant in the room for a long time so it nice to see it in the past now. It great to see that all of them were enjoying the star gazing. I am sure that Dizzy was mesmerized. I have spent time in both San Francisco and Texas and for sure the city lights as well as staff in the air in obscure the clear view of the night sky in San Francisco though if you head north a bit, out of town you can get away from the lights and air particle pollution and get some pretty nice sky views as well. I am betting Dizzy has never gotten far out of town and for sure never seen the night sky as big and clear as it is in Texas. This chapter was like everyone finally relaxed and gave out a big breath. I am really glad that Adam let Dizzy stay, the boys needed that. For sure Artie offering himself to Dizzy will have a major impact on their relationship. I was really glad to read what Dizzy said in the morning. It meant to me that he saw their relationship in the right way not just a sexual victory. The future holds great promise. Maybe Dizzy will begin taking school more serious now that he knows he is in a serious relationship. Hopefully Dizzy was just acting out, trying to get someone’s attention. Well he has Artie’s attention and so maybe he can settle down and be more serious. Don’t want him to change too much, but more attention to detail wouldn’t hurt. Another great chapter.
  7. Slytherin

    Last Post Wins #47

    King LBO
  8. chris191070

    Chapter 22

    What a well written chapter. I hope things start to improve for Woody and Lucas. Dad is a dick.
  9. mikedup

    AP Chapter 6

    So sad at the end of the chapter. However life had to go in I wonder if they will combine the two farms. Excellent chapter.
  10. Geron Kees

    Chapter 1

    Thank you back! I have a number of stories on another site that have never been posted here. I am reviewing them, trying to see which ones can make the trip over. Blood Call was the first, but it needed some tweaking. I hope to be able to bring a few more over soon.
  11. Wesley8890

    Knuckleheads

    I hear the death March for dizzy
  12. chris191070

    AP Chapter 6

    Awesome chapter of this well written story.
  13. MericCotton

    Chapter 22

    So incredibly well written. On the edge of my seat. I hurt for Woody and his relationship (such as it is) with his father. I'm eager to see how this resolves - still pulling for Woody and the rest of his friends. Hope his relationship with Jon improves.
  14. Slytherin

    Make us Laugh! #2

    Never lie to Gibbs, @Page Scrawler I like NCIS fanfiction The nerd in me loves this
  15. Wesley8890

    Chapter 22

    Dad is a major dick. Why number one he named his son Woodward. Seriously?!?! Next he prefers one child over another. Next giving woodys personal property to the little snot goblin. Then says absolutely nothing to poor woody.
  16. Butcher56

    AP Chapter 6

    I’m sorry that the Applegate family has had it so rough since their arrival in Ceduna as they have lost the father and the youngest child from sickness. Their neighbors Edwin & Archie have been a great deal of help for the family as they took in the oldest children to stay away from the sickness as well as supplying the Applegate family with some water and food. As Edwin and James were leaving for Ceduna they stopped at the Applegate family homestead and left them some more water and food, finding out that the father had gotten a bit better then took ill again. After the trip to Ceduna Edwin and James started heading back to the homestead when they noticed smoke in the distance seeming to come from the direction of the Applegate homestead. When they arrived at the Applegate homestead they noticed that their wagon was at the end of the road, they saw Mrs Applegate and Mark were waiting near by and Mrs Applegate told them that they had buried Mr Applegate that morning. Mark then asked if they could come stay with them for awhile and Edwin said they could as they are a new farm and they had plenty of work to get done. Excellent chapter and story very well written.
  17. Aceinthehole

    Knuckleheads

    Chapter 30: Knuckleheads I don’t know if Sadie could’ve predicted just how much laying under those stars again meant to me. It’s one of the last memories I have with my Mom, something I’ve thought about everyday since her passing. You might think that would make me sad, but being back here with so many people I love, it’s helping me heal that wound. I know Adam’s seen this before, but the look on his face showed just how long it’s been and Dizzy, well he seemed mesmerized. The quiet Texas sky seemed to keep us under it’s spell, until finally Sadie reminded us we needed to be up early in the morning. The ride back was silent, and when we finally arrived, well everyone fell asleep almost immediately! I wish I could say the next morning was easier on us, but visiting my Mom’s grave for the first time, it felt like even more of an emotional weight than yesterday. “You want some space?” Adam asked as we approached the grave. “Yeah,” I quietly nodded my head. “just for a few minutes.” “Take as long as you need.” Adam encouraged as he, Dizzy and Sadie walked back to the dirt path. I gave it a moment or two, but the second my eyes found my Mom’s stone I placed down the flowers we had bought and lowered to my knees. Without thinking I began saying every single prayer I had ever been taught, every prayer she had taught me. I felt water gather in my eyes a few times, but wiped it away, desperate to stay as strong as possible. When I finally ran out of prayers I couldn’t help but open my eyes again and begin studying the stone on the ground. “I miss you,” I let out without thinking. “but I’m with Adam now and he’s taking good care of me. He even reminds me of you from time to time.” I exhaled as I began to run out of words. “I want you to rest peacefully, but if you can, well I don’t know what to do about Ezra.” I spoke, keeping my voice as low as possible. “I know you’re watching over, I know you’re guiding me, so please, help me know what to do.” I wrapped up as I felt my hand land on the stone in front of me. “I love you.” There were a few more moments of silence until I heard a pair of footsteps behind me. I turned to my side to find Adam kneeling next to me. “God grant me the serenity, to accept the things I cannot change, the courage to change the things I can, and the wisdom to know the difference.” He began to pray as he placed an arm around me. He paused and looked to me, waiting to see if I’d finish the prayer. “Living one day at a time, enjoying one moment at a time, accepting hardships as the pathway to peace, taking, as He did, this sinful world as it is, not as I would have it,” I continued for him. “trusting that He will make all things right if I surrender to His Will, that I may be reasonably happy in this life.” Adam began to pray with me. “and supremely happy with Him, forever in the next, Amen.” “You remember that prayer?” I couldn’t help but ask, once more having to wipe water out of my eyes. “Sarah made me say it with her every single morning.” He answered, trying his hardest to keep it together. “It was always her favorite.” “We said it every morning we were together too.” I nodded as a tear finally began to escape my eyes. “I just, I thought you didn’t believe anymore.” “I’m not sure I do.” He confessed. “But every time I missed her, I would say it, and after she passed, well I’ve been saying it every morning since.” He said, causing more tears to fall from my eyes. “It doesn’t make sense why she got taken so early,” He shook his head. “but she would say it’s all part of God’s plan, that everything that’s happened, it has a reason we just don’t understand yet.” “Do you believe that?” I couldn’t help but ask. “I have to.” He answered as his emotions finally got the better of him. “Besides, she was always right when we were growing up. Every damn time. It wouldn’t be like her to be wrong.” “It wouldn’t.” I agreed as I let him pull me closer. We stayed quiet for a few minutes as we let everything sink in. I really hope you’re seeing this Mom. I hope you’re seeing that Adam is here when I need him. That he’s comforted me at every step of the way. That you made the right choice by leaving me with him. When Dizzy and Sadie finally joined us, I made sure to finally open up to Dizzy about who my Mom was. About the quiet women who held onto a strong faith, and somehow still found a way to keep Adam’s independent spirit. She may never have been as free as him, but she always dreamed of it. I hope she’s found that now, even if it meant leaving first. When we finished at the cemetery, things only grew harder as I had to say goodbye to Sadie. “I’m going to miss you so much.” I exhaled, as the tears flowed freely from my eyes now. “I know,” She exhaled, combing my hair with her hand as she held back her own tears. “but I’ll come visit in a few weeks. I swear it.” “And you’re going to visit every few months, right?” I asked, holding onto her tightly. “Of course.” She accepted. “I’m just a call away Arthur. I always will be.” “I love you.” I let out, knowing it was time to go. “I love you too.” She said, giving me one last squeeze before letting me go. “You two better look after him.” She warned Adam and Dizzy as she wiped the tears from her face. “He’s really special.” “I know.” Adam nodded as I felt his hand land on my shoulder. “We’ll keep him nice and safe for you.” “We promise.” Dizzy finished for him. “Good.” She smiled as she pulled Dizzy in for a hug, before taking a step forward to Adam and hugging him. She held onto him as she whispered a few words to him, but all I could make out was the beginning of an apology. She really meant it when she said she was wrong about him, I can tell she’s coming around for him, I can tell she’s starting to trust him again. -- -- When we finally got back in the car, the ride to the airport kept the somber tone that had grown in the cemetery. The weekend had taken its toll, and there was no doubt we could all feel it. The second I sat down in the airplane, I fell asleep and when I finally awoke well we were almost landing already! As we walked through the airport, I found myself glued to Dizzy, not because I was scared of the crowd, but because I just needed him close. I needed him to lean on. I could tell he noticed, but didn’t say anything as we made our way through baggage claim and onto B.A.R.T. to head downtown. Every now and again Adam would glance over to us, but I could tell he understood, and to no surprise Mason was waiting for us to do the same for Adam when we got home. When Mason saw the state we were in, he made sure not to ask too many questions, instead Adam put on a movie and once more we found ourselves falling asleep on the couch. “You alright?” Adam asked as I woke back up, and Dizzy went to the bathroom. “You’ve been hanging pretty hard on your boyfriend.” “I’m alright.” I nodded my head. “I just need some time.” “I understand.” Adam nodded his head. “Plus you’ve been doing the same since you got back.” Mason teased with a laugh. “You’re never this physical.” “It’s been a long weekend.” He shrugged his shoulders. “Well rest up, because you’ve got work tomorrow,” Mason continued to taunt. “and Lindsay will kill you if you try and take the day off.” “I know,” Adam groaned. “tomorrows going to be a long day too.” He complained. “At least you don’t have school.” Dizzy complained as he stepped out of the bathroom. “Talk about a waste of time.” “That’s what everyone says until they finish high school.” Mason warned. “Sure class is boring, but getting to spend all day with your friends and boyfriend, I’d go back to school for that.” “Yeah, yeah.” Dizzy dismissed, knowing Mason raised to good a point to argue. Adam let out a small laugh before playing another movie and letting the room grow quiet once more. The day continued like that, until finally Dizzy went home, leaving me with Adam and Mason, and as much as I enjoyed hanging out with them, well I still found a way to slip up to my room. As I locked the door behind me, I couldn’t help but finally look at the business card I had been too scared to examine yesterday. A circular logo sat at the top right corner with the name “McNeil Corporation” under it. Next to sat the name “Ezra Green” with the title of “Chief Executive Officer” under it. I couldn’t help but snicker as I saw his phone number under it. So, he was a CEO this whole time, and still didn’t reach out to my Mom? As if his suit didn’t make him look rich enough, being some big fancy business man proves it! I quickly stuffed the card into the drawer of my nightstand, already fed up with what I had seen. I can’t think about any of this right now, It’s just been way too long a weekend. Instead I picked up the book next to my bed and began to get lost in it, that is, until I got the text from Dizzy I had been waiting for. “On my way, is Adam in bed?” He texted as a smirk began on my face. I may have been worn out all day, but I didn’t forget about me and Dizzy’s night together. If I’m being honest, I’ve been looking forward to it since we planned it! He’s always held the cards for the romantic part of our relationship, tonight it’s my turn. I tried my hardest to keep reading, but I couldn’t keep my mind clear. I’m usually so good at controlling this side of me, but what can I say, Dizzy traveled all the way to Texas for me, comforted me the whole time, then gave the testimony that helped Adam keep custody. He’s just been hitting the perfect buttons recently! Suddenly I heard a quiet jiggle of my door handle as someone tried to turn the locked knob. The second I saw my phone buzz with another text from him I couldn’t help but quietly laugh to myself. I stood up and quickly stripped of all my clothes but my boxer briefs and grabbed the cowboy hat from my dresser before walking to the door and unlocking it. “Were you trying to get us caught?” Dizzy whispered as he slipped through the crack in the door and locked it behind him. He went to say something else, but as he turned to me he froze. “I uh,” He began but his words froze as a goofy grin began on his face. “I uh,” I repeated as I leaned forward and gave him a deep kiss. “I know you said you had ideas on how to celebrate,” He finally managed out. “but I didn’t know you meant it.” “I think about this kind of stuff too ya know?” I smiled, leading him back to my bed. “You sure you do?” He teased, trying his hardest to hide the surprise on his face. “Mhm.” I hummed as I went in for another deep kiss. He went to say something but before he could I pulled him down onto the bed, the same way he had with me in the past. This time, I had him exactly where I wanted him to be instead of the other way around. With every motion I took, I made sure to stay in control of our actions. All that time he took to help me feel okay with my sexuality, well I want to show him it spread to the bedroom too. “Alright, I, I need a minute.” He forced out, stopping our activities before they could grow too intense. “Already?” I teased with a smirk as our eyes connected. “No, I just, we haven’t done anything all weekend.” He shrugged his shoulders. “It’s all backed up.” “Sure.” I sarcastically replied, taking a moment to push his buttons. “You’re a piece of work, you know that?” He teased as I crawled back up to him so we could be face to face, but I stayed quiet before connected with a deep kiss on his lips. “You’re really into this tonight, aren’t you?” He managed out as he broke away from my lips. “I’m always into it,” I shrugged my shoulders. “but let’s say we’ll make tonight extra special.” I began as I crawled over to the side of the bed to find the condoms and lubricant Adam had left for me. Once again I saw shock enter Dizzy’s face as he saw just what I had been planning. “Where’d you get that?” He forced out. “Adam left it for me, he said it made him feel a bit better about me growing up.” I shrugged my shoulders. “But we, we’ve never done that before.” He remarked as I pulled the box open. “It took like, two weeks for you to even blow me.” “That was like a month ago.” I dismissed as I pulled a bright colored square out of the box. “I’m ready for this, I mean it.” He nodded his head as another dopey smile filled his face. “Besides, I trust you.” “Do you even know how to use that?” He giggled, watching me slowly tear open the wrapper. “How hard could it be?” I asked, but Dizzy laughed as he saw confusion enter my eyes once I got the latex circle free. “Look.” Dizzy instructed as he guided my hand, he went to place it on my length but I quickly shifted over to his. “Alright, now you just roll it on.” He explained, holding himself still and helping me gently place it on him. “You know, you know what putting it on me means, right?” “I know.” I forced a nod as I opened the bottle of lubricant. “And you’re sure you’re okay with that?” He asked, as surprise continued to grow on his face. “I think, I think I’ll enjoy it more like that.” I admitted as a blush grew on my face. “Me too.” He smirked as he took the bottle from me. “Why don’t I help you with that?” He offered with a growing smirk. This time I had no choice but to give control back to Dizzy. And as much fun as it was to be the one in charge, well, there’s something special about having him in the driver’s seat. He was just as gentle as our first time, making sure to check with me every step of the way. Yet when it was time, well he made sure to leave nothing behind. And when the climax came, well the past few months barely even scratched the surface of what this felt like! “Woah.” Dizzy let out as he tried to catch his breath. “You, you alright?” “Yeah.” I gulped as I started to come back down to earth. I noticed his smile widen as he noticed the mess on my stomach. “I didn’t even have to touch you.” He proudly bragged. “Isn’t that what’s supposed to happen?” I asked as he slipped out of me, and let himself fall next to me. “You wish.” He exhaled as he laid his head next to me. “I think I set the bar too high for myself on that one.” “You’re such a jerk.” I couldn’t help but laugh as pride began to emanate off of him. “You’re really that into me?” He suddenly asked as the look on his face began to change. “Well yeah,” I let out, surprised by his question. “would I have let you this close if I wasn’t?” “But still.” He shook his head, unable to wipe the smile from his face. “You’re really patting yourself on the back for this one.” I teased, unsure why he was so thrilled. “You really are naïve.” He shook his head. “It’s not just that, you, tonight, I’ve never had sex feel like this before Artie.” He exhaled as he began to grow serious. “I thought our first few times were good, but this, it’s chemistry I didn’t even know existed.” He sighed. “So I did good too?” I asked in a laugh. “Sure.” He answered, but I could tell I didn’t fully understand what he was trying to say to me. When we finally cleaned up and went to bed, I found him more physical than usual. Not just sexually either, he just seemed to really cuddle up to me. Like I had earned a new level of affection from him. -- -- The next morning when we woke up Dizzy stayed just as physical with me. Kissing and hugging me every chance he could get. “This isn’t going to fly in school.” I giggled as he snuck one last kiss before we headed down the stairs. “I can’t help it.” He groaned as I led him towards the kitchen. “You put me under some kind of spell Artie Price.” I felt another smile cover my face as I heard those words and began to read the note Adam left me. “Well this might snap you out of it.” I handed him the note as I quickly grew serious. “Artie, have a good week in school. Keep working hard and making me proud,” Dizzy began to read. “Dizzy, I heard you slip in through the front door last night.” Dizzy hesitated with a nervous laugh. “If you sneak in to spend the night with Artie again, I’m taking my key back.” “Would you stop laughing!” I exclaimed as Dizzy did his best to hide a nervous giggle. “At least you got a nice note.” Dizzy complained. “I got a threat!” “You got caught!” I corrected in a groan. “I knew I should’ve used the back door.” Dizzy shook his head. “I’ll make sure to do that tonight.” “You saw the note.” I quickly rejected. “You’re not staying in my room again for a long time.” “Artie,” Dizzy began to whine. “He’s nice enough to let you sleep on the couch whenever you want.” I interrupted in a stern voice. “We got caught, let’s not push it any further.” “Fine.” He surrendered but a smile quickly returned to his face. “What now?” I groaned as our eyes met. “I’m still under your spell.” He teased leaning forward and stealing a kiss from my lips. I rolled my eyes but quickly went back in for another kiss. “I guess that’s good.” “Mhm.” He hummed, but I had to pull him towards the door before he could try for another one. As much as I tried to act as rational as possible, well the truth is since I woke up I was feeling the exact same way as Dizzy. If I thought we were close before, well I guess I had no idea what close really meant. -- -- “Look who made it back to California alive.” Charlotte teased as we stepped into homeroom. “Congratulations.” She quickly stood up and hugged me. “Congratulations man.” Ky nodded as he reached over and gave me a strong pat on the back. “Class,” Mrs. Mowry called out as me and Dizzy took our seats. “does anyone know if their parents are not coming to parent-teacher night tonight?” I shot Dizzy a confused look as I heard her words before quickly raising my hand. “I’m not sure my Uncle knows.” I spoke up as our eyes connected. “I spoke with him last week, he said he’s coming.” She explained with a smile. “Oh, thank you.” I replied, as I tried my hardest to remember if he had told me about it. I mean, I didn’t even know it was tonight! How in the world did he? “Crap,” Dizzy groaned as he turned to me. “Adam definitely told my mom about it.” “Dizzy,” I began as I turned to him. “this school probably made sure your mom had the conference circled on her calendar.” Mrs. Mowry let out a small laugh before trying to cover it up with a cough. “She’s laughing at you!” Ky suddenly called out. “I just had a cough.” Mrs. Mowry corrected as she tried to fix how she was sitting. “Don’t lie.” Ky continued to tease. “You can laugh.” Dizzy rolled his eyes. “Artie has gotten funnier since he first moved here.” “I was funny before I met you.” I corrected as he flashed me a wink. “Dizzy why don’t you go call your mom to make sure she’s coming?” Mrs. Mowry suggested, happy to find an out. “Yeah, yeah.” He waived as he stood up, he stopped at my desk and flashed me another wink before heading towards the door. Charlotte looked at him then back to me as she picked up on the slight change in how we had been acting. “Huh.” She let out, beginning to us stare down. “We just,” “I want all the details later.” She interrupted, not even bothering to hear my excuse. “Fine.” I exhaled, but knew I would’ve told her all about it anyway. “That means you have to tell me about your date with Jose.” “It wasn’t a date.” She blushed as a smile crept on her face. “We were just,” She began to tap her fingers against the desk. “getting coffee.” “Mhm.” I hummed knowing there was much more to the story than she was telling. “Then Dizzy and me were just hanging out.” I shrugged. “Fine.” She shook her head. “We’re sitting alone during lunch and swapping stories.” “Deal!” I accepted as Dizzy wandered back into the room. “Adam told her,” Dizzy groaned as he turned back towards me. “and about the note this morning.” “You’re in trouble.” I teased, flashing him a grin. Mrs. Mowry ignored our teasing and made a note before starting to ask other students. “You’re in trouble too.” Dizzy corrected, returning the smile. “She said they’re going to make Mason check in on the two of us tonight.” “Mason has work tonight.” I shrugged my shoulders. “They’re bluffing.” “Your Mom and Adam are a team now?” Ky asked, looking over at Dizzy. “Adam hired her as his assistant.” Dizzy explained. “So I guess so.” “You didn’t tell me that!” Charlotte exclaimed as she began to stare me down again. “You better have some story during lunch.” “Story about what?” Dizzy asked with a smirk. Before anyone could say anything else the class bell rang. “Alright everyone, have a great start to your week!” Mrs. Mowry dismissed as students began to head to their first period classes. “I better get to class and see what work I missed on Friday.” I shrugged my shoulders. “Come on Charlotte, we’ll catch up on things as we go.” “Fine.” Dizzy rolled his eyes as we headed towards the door. “Wait!” He called out. “We have first period together!” He caught on but by then me and Charlotte had already disappeared into the crowd. We spent the rest of the day gossiping as much as we could. I told her all about the trip to Texas, while she told me about her date with Jose. By the sound of it, it went really well! They even had a second date over the weekend! I have to admit, at first, I wasn’t sure they would be a great match, but I guess Jose has a soft side for art! Who would’ve guessed? -- -- When school ended, Dizzy and I headed back to my house to find Adam patiently waiting there. “You boys get my note?” He asked as we dropped our backpacks by the door. “I can’t read your handwriting.” Dizzy lied with a shrug. “We got the note.” I answered, shooting Dizzy a serious look. “Sorry Adam,” I quickly spoke. “we won’t let it happen again.” “Sorry.” Dizzy agreed as he finally grew serious. “It was my fault, I talked Artie into it.” He lied once more, trying to take most of the blame. “I don’t care who’s fault it was, I can’t have you sneaking in here without me knowing.” Adam warned in a strict voice. “What if your Mom woke up looking for you? What if she called me asking where you were?” Adam lectured, trying to drive his point home. “Yeah.” Dizzy accepted with a nod. “We screwed up.” “But you knew right?” I asked, as I drew Adam’s gaze. “This time.” Adam nodded. “Who knows how many times you two have done that before.” “Yeah, but this time you knew and didn’t say anything.” I analyzed. “You easily could’ve made him sleep on the couch.” “I was too tired to get up.” He lied as he looked back towards the T.V. “Yesterday was a long day.” “Mhm.” Dizzy hummed, growing as skeptical as me. We both kept our eyes on him until finally he let out a deep sigh. “I just understood, alright?” He finally spoke. “You guys wanted to be close after everything, and this time I let it slide.” He clarified, looking back at me. “But it’s not happening again, and I mean that.” “I understand.” I quickly replied. “Thank you Adam.” “Thank you Adam.” Dizzy repeated with another grin. “Besides,” He stood up. “Dizzy’s going to be in enough trouble tonight when his teachers talk to his Mom.” “Crap.” Dizzy groaned as he leaned back in his seat. “Can I sleep here?” “She already told me to send you home if you try.” Adam shrugged his shoulders as he headed towards the stairs. “Don’t worry, I’ll order you a pizza for your last supper.” “That’s not funny!” Dizzy pouted as he sank even further in his seat. “How did you know about parent-teacher night anyway?” I asked, remembering my question from before. “I get the school emails, duh.” He teased. “I’m also all hooked up with your classes, so I can see your grades whenever I want.” “What?!” I exclaimed as I quickly looked at Dizzy. “That’s a thing?!” “Don’t they have that everywhere?” Dizzy asked, before quickly remember where I grew up. “Oh yeah, that’s a thing.” “I haven’t checked yet, so calm down.” Adam dismissed. “But we’re going over your grades tonight anyway.” He shrugged before quickly disappearing up the stairs. “Guess that pizza is both our last supper.” I muttered, joining Dizzy, lounging on the couch. “Why? An A minus got you down?” He teased as he began to lay against me. “I have a C in computer science.” I mumbled as I crossed my arms. “I pretty much do your homework for you.” Dizzy let out as he shot me a cautious look. “How do you have a C?” “I keep bombing her stupid tests.” I complained in a sigh. “Eh.” He swayed his head. “It’s still just Adam. You think he knows anything about computer science?” “He still might be mad.” I argued as our eyes connected. “Oh no, he might be mad.” Dizzy said, making sure to emphasize the uncertainty. “Plus, either way, we get the house alone to ourselves for a few hours.” “Worth it.” I cheered, drawing an immediate laugh from Dizzy. When Adam came back down the stairs he was dressed up as nicely as he could manage. He gave me and Dizzy one last lecture before warning us that Mason was stopping by to check on us and off he went. To no one’s surprise, Mason never stopped by and me and Dizzy made sure to enjoy our night alone together. “How do you even fight a dragon?” Dizzy asked as we laid back on the couch watching T.V. “I would just run.” “I don’t think you can outrun a dragon.” I skeptically replied, but before I could say anything else the front door began to open. “Here we go.” I heard Dizzy exhale as Adam and Colleen walked through the front door. “Ryan Dizzy Armstrong,” Colleen immediately began. “get your stuff, because you have a lot of explaining to do.” She boomed, shooting Dizzy such an intense look I thought the eyes would pop out of her head. “And did you apologize to Adam for last night?” “I did.” He answered but as he walked past her, still received a swat on the head. “Sorry Adam.” He forced out again. “You’ve got some explaining to do too.” Adam warned as he looked over at me. Dizzy made a face at me, but received another light swat from his Mom. “Your stupidity is spreading to him, and now you’re both knuckleheads.” She lectured as she turned back to me. “Congratulations on winning your case by the way.” “Thank you?” I forced out, unsure how to answer. “Go say goodbye.” Colleen ordered Dizzy as he walked over and landed a quick kiss on my lips. “If they find me dead tomorrow, it was my mom.” He whispered as I had to bite my lip to hold back from laughing. “Bye Adam.” Dizzy sighed. “Come on Dizzy, move your feet.” Colleen scolded as she saw how slowly Dizzy was walking. “Even now you’re acting like a fool.” She began to yell at him. “Honestly, do you not know how to act in school? Should I send you back to preschool?” She asked, as she led him out the door. “I mean, dancing whenever the teacher turns his back to the class, are you five?” She continued as she shut the door behind them. I went to laugh but quickly caught myself as I saw the look Adam was giving me. “I know I have a C in computer science, but it’s really hard for me.” I began to explain. “It’s not about that.” Adam dismissed as he took a seat on the couch. “I mean, I wish you were doing better than that, but you have A’s in everything else, and I’m pretty sure you just found out computer science is a subject last month.” He analyzed as I nodded my head. “So what’d I do?” I forced out in a nervous voice. “Almost every teacher said you talk too much.” Adam exhaled. “First teacher blamed it on Dizzy distracting you, second teacher said you and charlotte talk all class, third teacher brought up Dizzy again, fourth teacher said it was Dizzy and Charlotte,” Adam hesitated as he looked into my eyes. “you understand what I’m saying?” “Yeah.” I forced out as I thought it over. “I get it.” I accepted in a sigh. I’ve never had teachers say anything bad about me before! Hell, they usually talk about how mature I am! But now I guess things are changing, I guess I’m not exactly the same student I used to be. “Are you sure you get it?” Adam asked, as he began to scold me in a strict voice. “Because I’m not going to screw you up. Sadie told me about the type of dedication you had in Texas.” Adam continued to lecture. “Now you get here and what? You can start goofing off? How long until that starts affecting your grades?” “I don’t know.” I forced out, caught off-guard by how strict he was acting. “Well you better figure it out.” He warned in a loud voice. “Now that my custody is protected by the court, things are going to start changing around here.” He said as my heart begin to beat faster. “I won’t be the fun Uncle who just lets you do whatever the hell you please. So here’s your god damn wakeup call!” I nodded my head as I began to nervously tap my foot against the ground. “I’m sorry Adam, I, I’ll stay focused in class again,” I began, but before I could say anything Adam’s serious face began to crack. “What’s going on?” I asked as he began to laugh. “You should’ve seen your face!” Adam exclaimed through his laughter. “I got you so good!” “What?” I let out, as I tried my hardest to calm back down. “That’s what you get for goofing around in school!” He shouted, proud of the act he had put on. “So things aren’t changing?” I asked, still not quite understanding what was happening. “I mean, I guess a little,” He shrugged his shoulders. “but overall I’m pretty happy with what I heard. You have good grades, and you’re fitting in well. You just need to stop talking all class.” “So I’m not in trouble?” I had to ask once more. “Nope.” Adam rejected as he sat back in his seat. “Mason’s coming over to watch a movie if you want to stay up.” “You’re so mean!” I shouted as I nearly jumped out of my seat. “Do you have any idea how bad you scared me!” “Good.” Adam began to laugh once more. “You deserved it!” I rolled my eyes and let out another sigh as my heart rate began to return to normal again. “I’m going to bet Dizzy isn’t this lucky?” “Each teacher spoke to his mom twice as long as they spoke to me.” Adam shook his head. “I actually think she might kill him.” “I guess I wouldn’t blame her.” I teased as I thought about just how much trouble I’ve seen Dizzy start, and I’ve only been here two months! “You were scared of me.” Adam happily bragged as he turned back on the T.V. “Shut up.” I rejected as more laughter escaped his lips. “You’re a good kid Artie,” Adam finally grew serious. “I’m proud of everything I heard tonight.” “You’re serious this time?” I asked as he nodded his head. “Well aside from tonight, you’ve been a great Uncle.” “Oh please.” Adam dismissed as he waived his hand. “You could use a little tough love in your life.” “Sure.” I sarcastically agreed as I let him focus in on whatever show he wanted to watch. I can’t believe I actually fell for that! Adam suddenly getting strict with me? There’s no way that happens! I don’t even think he would know how to do it! I just hope Dizzy’s okay! By the sound of it, Colleen was not letting him off easy tonight! Then again, he’s made it this far without changing, I don’t know if there’s any punishment that could calm Dizzy Armstrong down!
  18. Aceinthehole

    Second Chance

    Thank you! I was worried the length of the chapter would throw it off, but I'm glad it worked out!
  19. Ronyx

    Chapter 22

    No one was home when I entered. “Mom?” I hollered out, just to make sure. I then made my way upstairs to my bedroom. I stopped at the door and peered into the room. My computer was missing. I hurried back downstairs to look for it. It wasn’t in the family room or kitchen. I then went back upstairs and looked in Glenn’s room. It was on a table next to his bed. A stack of my video games was beside it. “This isn’t right!” I shouted out as I walked over and collected my games. My parents had given me the computer, but most of the games I had bought with my allowance money. Others were given to me as birthday and Christmas gifts. Glenn had no right to them. As I was heading back to my room, I heard the phone ring downstairs. I went into the kitchen to see who was calling on the caller ID. I didn’t recognize the name, so I waited for the person to leave a message. The phone made a loud tone, and then a woman spoke. “Marion, I’m so sorry,” she said to my mother. “My daughter told me about that awful picture. You must be heartbroken. Call me if you need someone to talk to.” She hung up, and I erased the message. There were six other messages, most to my mother or father from friends who were ‘feeling their grief,’ as one friend of my mother stated. One message was from an anonymous caller who wanted me to suck his dick. I was glad I was able to erase it before Mom heard it. I turned off the messenger so it couldn’t receive any more messages and then went upstairs to my room. I sat on the edge of the bed and looked around. “Will this still be my room tomorrow?” I wondered. I had no idea what the future now held. Mom and Dad could send me away to a relative’s house. My dad had a brother and two sisters. Mom had two brothers. I guess they could probably talk one of them into taking their wayward son. I looked over at Jon’s unmade bed. His sneakers were strewn about, and a couple of tee shirts were lying on the floor. Even though we had never really gotten along, I would still miss him if I had to go someplace else. I tried not to cry, but a few tears managed to escape my eyes. I jumped when someone started pounding on the front door. I slowly made my way downstairs to see who it could be. When I peered through the curtains to the front porch, I could see Ross pacing back and forth. “It’s about time,” he said as he barged in when I opened the door. He stood before me and asked, “Are you okay?” “Yeah,” I replied sarcastically. “Things couldn’t be better.” He followed me to my room, and then he explained what happened earlier at school. His eyes sparkled with excitement. “Man, you should have been at school.” “What happened?” I asked nervously. “First,” he began, “they locked the school down right after lunch.” I nodded as I waited for him to continue. “I have history fifth period with Mrs. Henderson.” Again, I nodded. “Someone looked out the window and shouted that cops were outside. We all hurried to look out just as a bunch of police entered the building.” “What happened then?” “Kids started calling their parents on their cell phones,” he said excitedly. “They thought someone had gotten shot.” He walked over and sat down on the bed. When I sat beside him, he continued. “About fifteen minutes later they took that bastard Metzger out of the building in handcuffs and put him in a cruiser.” “Really?” “Yeah,” he grinned. “Cindi Roberts videoed it on her cell phone. Anyway, about ten minutes later, they brought Dewberry out in handcuffs and put him in a cruiser.” He started grinning. “You should have seen the look on everyone’s face. Even Mrs. Henderson was shocked.” “Then what happened?” “We had to stay in our fifth period until school was out,” he explained. “No one was allowed to leave the room. If you had to go to the bathroom, the teacher had to call for a security officer to escort you there and bring you back to your class.” “No shit?” He giggled when he saw the surprised look on my face. “Yeah,” he said. “Everyone was wondering what happened. It was kind of cool that I knew and no one else did.” “You didn’t say anything, did you?” “Of course not,” he assured me. “But I think some kids were starting to piece things together by the end of the day. You know, your picture and their arrests.” I asked worriedly, “Did a lot of our students see it?” His mood became somber. “Yeah,” he replied with a sad expression. “I think before all this happened, most kids had seen your dick on either their phone or someone else’s. It was the talk of the school most of the morning.” “Oh, God!” I moaned as I buried my head in my hands. Ross began gently rubbing my back. I looked up at him. “Maybe they won’t believe it’s me.” Ross looked quickly away. I could tell the news wasn’t going to be good. “A couple of girls called Brandon and said they didn’t believe him,” Ross explained. “Brandon sent them the picture of your face from the chat room. They sent it out to some other students.” “Shit,” I mumbled. I was screwed. There was no way I could deny it wasn’t me. We looked at each other when we heard a door slam downstairs. I glanced at the clock on my desk. “That’s Dad,” I said with a quivering voice. He was the last person I wanted to see. I held my breath when a few minutes later I heard him coming up the steps. He opened the door and peered in. His eyes narrowed in anger when he saw Ross sitting beside me. “You have to leave, Ross!” he barked angrily. “Woody isn’t allowed any visitors.” Ross stood and told me he would see me at school. Dad didn’t even move when he tried to go walk past him. He stood a few seconds and looked down angrily at me before finally going back downstairs. I knew from the angry look in his face that he couldn’t deal with me any longer. I was relieved that he didn’t order me to pack my bags. However, going somewhere else to stay might be better than living under his roof until I left for college in a few years. He never really liked me. Now he hated me. I lay across my bed and tried to get some sleep. I wasn’t particularly sleepy, but I had nothing else to do. Without my computer, it was going to be a boring life. It had always been, but now I would have to face just how miserable my life really was. Again, I would have to face the real me- that scrawny, suffering, little tree. For just a few minutes the past couple of weeks, I had started to come out of my empty shell. Now I was being drawn back into it. I guess nothing really changes. It’s not easy being me. I could hear my family downstairs as they began to come home. Glenn came running up the steps and went into his bedroom. A few minutes later, he poked his head in my door. “Hey!” he shouted. “Did you take my games?” “They’re not your games,” I shouted back. “I bought them.” He turned and I heard him holler as he went downstairs, “Dad!” Minutes later, Dad appeared at my door with Glenn peeking in behind him. “Give Glenn the games,” he ordered angrily. “But they’re mine!” I insisted. “I bought them with my allowance.” He didn’t say anything as he walked over and took them from where they were beside me on the bed. For a second, I considered snatching them back from him, but I was afraid of the consequences. He handed them to my little brother. Glenn turned and stuck his tongue out at me before leaving. Dad closed the door and didn’t even look back. “Woody!” My mother called up the stairs about an hour later, “Dinner is ready.” I didn’t want to go downstairs to eat, but I was sure Dad would come up and get me if I didn’t. Everyone, but Jon, was sitting at the table when I entered the kitchen. Mom had fixed fried chicken, mashed potatoes and corn. She already had a plate ready for me when I sat down. Even though my father would never speak to me again, it appeared Mom was going to ignore that anything had happened. She was trying to make everything seem normal. I knew if wouldn’t be long, though, until Glenn and Glenda began to hear rumors about me since many of my classmates had brothers and sisters their age. We ate in eerie silence. Glenda started to talk a couple of times, but my father quieted her. I mainly pushed my food around on my plate as I listened to Glenn chomping on his food across the table from me. When he and Glenda got up from the table, I left without saying a word and went back upstairs. I took a quick shower and got into bed around eight. There was nothing else for me to do except try and sleep. I was ten-years old the last time I went to bed so early. I was awakened a little after eleven when Jon came into the room. I squinted my eyes so he would think I was asleep as I watched him undress and go across the hall to the bathroom. When he returned, he sat on the edge of his bed and peered over at me. “I know you’re not asleep,” he muttered as he crawled into bed. Before turning out the light, he added, “By the way, you owe me a new phone.” I lay awake most of the night listening to him snoring loudly. I knew when the alarm went off and my eyes were wide open that it wasn’t going to be a good day. There’s a saying that goes, “Today is the first day of the rest of your life.” I guess it’s supposed to mean something good. However, what if it is the first day of the rest of a horrible life? That was my thought as I dressed for school. I was surprised when I entered the kitchen and Dad was reading the paper. He didn’t even look up at me. I looked over at Jon. His bruised eye was beginning to lighten, although it was still a dark yellow. Mom was placing bowls of cereal in front of Glenn and Glenda. When she noticed me, she prepared a bowl for me. Like dinner the night before, no one spoke. Glenn kept looking at everyone, wondering why no one was speaking. He started to talk about something that happened in gym the day before, but Mom told him to tell her later. He shrugged his shoulders and continued eating his cereal. When Glenn and Glenda finished eating, my mother told them to go to their room and stay until the bus arrived. When Jon rose and headed to the door, I got up to follow him. “Sit down, Woody,” my father said harshly. Jon turned, looked at me and then headed out the door. “Your father has to take you to school this morning,” my mother explained. “Mr. Calloway has scheduled an appointment for 8:45.” “Why?” I asked. I didn’t see why I had to meet with the principal. I had already been questioned by a detective. “Pastor Sparks has requested it. He’s afraid for your safety, Dear,” she replied as she sat down and took a sip of her coffee. “My safety?” “Yes,” she said. “He’s worried how other students might treat you now.” Dad grumbled something, but I didn’t understand what he said. I could tell by the worried look on my mother’s face that things might be worse than I expected. I knew students would talk about me. I had certainly given them enough to talk about. By now, the entire school had seen my dick on a phone. I was also sure that most students had probably figured out that I was responsible for Mr. Dewberry and Brandon’s arrest. When Dad got up from the table, he made sure that he left the front page of the paper facing me so that I could read it. LOCAL TEACHER ARRESTED ON SEX CHARGES Under it in smaller letters was printed: AT LEAST TWO STUDENTS INVOLVED I started to read the article, but Mom snatched it off the table. Mr. Dewberry’s picture and name appeared, but I didn’t see Brandon’s name or mine. At a little after eight, Dad walked out the door without even saying anything. Mom told me I should grab my book bag and go with him. She gave me a quick hug as I was leaving. The ride to school was eerily quiet. I could hear Dad breathing heavily as I’m sure he could hear me. Not once did he look over at me or say anything. When we arrived at school, I followed a few feet behind him to the office. Thankfully, first period had begun, so no students were in the halls. Lucas and his father were waiting in the lobby when we arrived. Pastor Sparks rose and shook Dad’s hand, but no words were exchanged. I sat beside Lucas as Dad sat several seats away. He stared ahead, watching the secretary as she typed something on the computer. I wanted to reach down and hold Lucas’s hand, but I knew that I couldn’t. We looked at each other and smiled nervously. Mr. Calloway came out of his office and motioned for us. As we took our seats, he walked around behind his desk, sat down and thumbed through some papers. After a minute he looked up and scowled, “You Boys have sure put the school in an awkward position,” he grumbled. Pastor Sparks spoke angrily, “I don’t believe we are here to talk about the school’s image. We’re here to discuss these boys’ safety.” The principal mumbled something under his breath as he rearranged the papers on his desk. Finally, he looked up angrily. “Fine,” he growled. “I’ll do what I can to provide for their safety.” “That’s it?” Pastor Sparks asked, throwing up his hands. “You’ll provide for their safety?” I glanced over at Dad, but he didn’t say anything. “What more do you want?” He looked angrily at me and Lucas. “These boys got themselves into this mess.” “What!” Pastor Sparks stood and shouted down at Mr. Calloway. “My son and Woody aren’t responsible for what one of your perverted staff members did to them.” Mr. Calloway stood and banged his fist on the desk. “Now wait just a minute!” I jumped when Pastor Sparks hit his fist on the desk. “No!” he screamed, “You wait a minute! You’re the principal of this school, and it is your responsibility to see that my son is provided safety.” He looked over at my father expecting him to come to my defense, but he didn’t. He sat watching the exchange unemotionally. Pastor Sparks sat back down. He leaned toward Mr. Calloway and said threateningly, “I sit on several committees and boards with Dr. Chavers, the superintendent of this school district.” “I know who Dr. Chavers is,” replied Mr. Calloway angrily. Pastor Sparks informed him, “Then you’ll be interested in knowing that I called him last night and told him that you might react this way.” He looked at his watch. “He should be here in a few minutes.” Pastor Sparks sat back and folded his arms. “I have nothing else to say until he arrives.” Mr. Calloway’s eyes narrowed in anger. He and Pastor Sparks stared challengingly at each other until Mr. Calloway looked away. I thought it was pretty cool that a mild-mannered preacher could hold his own against a gruff, ill-tempered principal. Several minutes later, a very distinguished looking gentleman entered the room. He was dressed in a three-piece suit. He was tall, and his gray hair was beginning grow bald. Mr. Calloway jumped from his seat and attempted to shake his hand, but Dr. Chavers ignored him as he began speaking to Pastor Sparks. “Hello, Pastor Sparks,” he smiled. He looked down at Lucas and me. He extended his hand toward us. “You must be Lucas and Woody.” I nodded as he gripped my hand tightly. He then walked over to my father. “You must be Mr. Fields.” After shaking my father’s hand, he then sat down. Mr. Calloway looked frustrated as he returned to his seat. Dr. Chavers spent the next half hour discussing the situation at school and how students might react to us. He instructed Mr. Calloway to have a staff meeting after school to discuss how they should handle situations that might arise. The principal grumbled but agreed. Dr. Chavers said he would be present to answer any questions they might have. He also apologized several times for what Mr. Dewberry had done to us. He said because of a pending trial, he could not allow us to discuss what had happened. He also warned us that we should not discuss it with any other staff members or students. He tried to get my father to talk, but Dad remained silent. Except for an occasional yes or no, he said very little. At no time in Mr. Calloway’s office did he look over at me. As we sat there, I knew that I no longer existed in his life. He was going to ignore me. It hurt, but I was used to it. It was not much different than how he had always treated me. As long as I didn’t have to leave home, then I guess I could survive a few more years. We didn’t leave Mr. Calloway’s office until the middle of third period. He had his secretary write us a pass to class. As my father stood to leave, Dr. Chavers asked him and Lucas’s father to remain behind. Reluctantly, my father sat back down as Woody and I left the office. We were walking to class when Lucas stopped and turned toward me. “Do you ever sometimes wish that you weren’t here?” “What?” I didn’t know what he was talking about. “You know,” he replied as tears welled up in his eyes. “That maybe things would have been better if you just weren’t born.” A single tear fell down his cheek. I looked around the hall before taking his hand and leading him to a restroom down the hall. Once inside, I wrapped my arms around him. He collapsed against me, and I was afraid his weight would send us both crashing to the ground. “I can’t do this,” he cried. “Sure you can,” I said soothingly. “I’ll be here with you.” I began to hum Seasons of Love into his ear. After a minute, he giggled and stepped back. He looked so cute with his eyes filled with tears. “I guess that is going to be our song?” He smiled as he leaned down and kissed me quickly. “I guess so,” I replied as I returned a quick kiss. He walked over, pulled off a paper towel and wiped his face dry. “You know I wouldn’t be doing this if it wasn’t for you, don’t you?” He turned and smiled at me. “I’d be home and Mom would be home schooling me again.” “I know,” I replied as I took his hand. “I’m glad you stayed.” He smiled, “Me, too.” After a quick kiss, he said, “Let’s go do this.” We left the restroom and I walked him to his class. After he entered, I headed to mine. The room was rather rowdy when I entered. The teacher had given an assignment, but it didn’t appear many students were doing it. A hush fell over the class as I walked over and handed her my hall pass. I hung my head as I walked back to my desk, knowing that everyone was watching me. A couple of girls started giggling, and I heard a couple of snickers from a few guys. When I sat down, everyone had turned to look at me. I tried to ignore them as I took out my book and began doing the assignment that was written on the board. They began talking again, and I heard my name mentioned frequently, along with Mr. Dewberry and Brandon’s. I assumed the entire morning had probably been spent spreading one rumor after another. It was an agonizing half hour until the bell rang. I waited until most students had left before I got up. As I exited the class, Jeff was waiting against the wall for me. “Hey,” he said timidly. I knew it must have been difficult for him to decide if he wanted to remain my friend after all the talk surrounding me. If it were me, I’m not sure I would have had the courage to remain his friend. “Hey,” I smiled nervously as we began walking down the hall toward the cafeteria. “Aren’t you afraid to be seen with me?” “Fuck ‘em,” he replied as he put his hand on my shoulder. It felt good to know that one of my only friends in school hadn’t abandoned me. As we walked through the cafeteria, everyone stared at me. If Jeff hadn’t tightened his grip on my shoulder, I would have left. When we headed to the food line, Lucas was standing off to the side waiting for me. He smiled nervously and said, “Hi.” He threw up his hand and gave me a quick wave. We went through the line, got our food and headed across the cafeteria to where Kate and Anna were sitting. The tables we passed got quiet until we had made our way past them. The students would then giggle or whisper something. Kate stood and hugged me when we approached. “Are you all right?” “I suppose,” I replied. She knew I wasn’t, but what else was there to say? Anna looked over and waved. I didn’t know if she was aware of what happened, or if she was clueless to the events of yesterday. With Anna, it is hard to tell. I sat down and Jeff and Lucas sat on each side of me, pressing their bodies close to mine. I knew they were trying to protect me, but I was beginning to feel smothered. Anna was the first to speak. She looked over at Lucas and asked him if he had completed the homework assignment in algebra. She couldn’t figure out the answer to one of the problems. Good old Anna. Lucas seemed relieved at the distraction, and he quickly began helping her with the problem. Kate, however, kept staring worriedly at me. “I’ll be okay,” I assured her. She smiled, but I knew it didn’t alleviate her concerns. After lunch was fifth period- Mr. Dewberry’s class. It would be the most difficult class to attend. When the bell rang, I hesitated before I got up. Jeff grabbed my arm and pulled me to my feet. “You okay?” “Yeah,” I said worriedly. “I got Mr. Dewberry’s class next.” I left the cafeteria with Lucas, Kate, Anna and Jeff surrounding me. When we stepped out into the hall, Ross was waiting against the wall. “I thought I’d walk you to class,” he grinned as he stepped beside me. Everyone, except Lucas, told me goodbye as they headed off to their classes. “You guys okay?” Ross asked as we walked toward my class. “Yes,” I replied. “Everyone’s been staring at me, but no one has said anything yet.” “You come get me if they do.” I nodded as I walked up to Mr. Dewberry’s door. I glanced over at Lucas. “Can you make sure he gets to class, too?” Ross smiled, “Sure thing.” He grabbed Lucas’s arm and they headed off toward his class. I took a deep breath, turned and opened the door. A young woman was sitting at Mr. Dewberry’s desk. She was hollering at students to take a seat, but my classmates were ignoring her. Instead, they were talking excitedly about the police coming into the room and removing Mr. Dewberry from class the previous day. Several students looked over and pointed at me as I sat down. “Class! Class!” The young woman shouted. “Please sit down!” No one paid any attention until the door opened and Mr. Calloway barged in, crossed his arms and scowled. There was a flurry of students rushing to their seats. He waited until everyone was seated before standing authoritatively in front of the class. “This is Ms. Williams,” he said harshly as he turned and pointed to the embarrassed teacher behind the desk. “She will be teaching this class the remainder of the school term.” He surveyed the class. I met his eyes, and then looked down at my desk. “You will show her the same respect you showed the former teacher.” I found it interesting that he didn’t even mention Mr. Dewberry’s name. “If she reports to me that any of you have misbehaved in this class,” he paused a second, “then you will be suspended for five days.” He paused again as he scanned the room. “Any questions?” “No, Sir,” several students replied. He then turned, nodded to Ms. Williams and then took a seat in the back of the room. He remained there the entire period as the young teacher nervously lectured about the effects of global warming on the environment. One student turned and looked at me, but he quickly faced the front when Mr. Calloway very loudly cleared his throat. He did the same thing sixth period. After I entered the class, most students started talking about me. The teacher was having a hard time getting students to quiet down. Ten minutes into the class, Mr. Calloway dramatically entered the room, stood by the door and glared at students as they scurried to their stations. He didn’t say anything, but he remained in the room for about a half hour, walking around as we completed our assignments. He didn’t say anything to me, or even acknowledge that I was in the room. However, every student knew why he had come in to observe the class. It was his way of demonstrating that he would not tolerate anyone harassing me. He left fifteen minutes before the end of class. A few students whispered to one another, but I think everyone was afraid he might return. A few minutes before class ended, he made an announcement that all teachers were to meet for an emergency meeting in the cafeteria immediately after school. It was a mandatory meeting, and no one would be excused. Many students looked over at me when he finished. When class ended, I hurried to my locker. Jeff and Kate were waiting for me. “How was your day?” Kate asked. “I survived,” I sighed. “I guess that is something.” I put my books in my locker. “Listen, Guys. I gotta go. Dad is probably waiting for me.” I turned and hurried away. When I exited the building, Dad was sitting in his truck. He didn’t even look at me as I approached. We rode home in silence.
  20. Aceinthehole

    Second Chance

    His introduction was definitely odd enough to support this idea. I'm pretty sure I would've just walked away if I was Artie!
  21. Aceinthehole

    Second Chance

    😂 He probably should have!
  22. Aceinthehole

    Second Chance

    I'm glad you enjoyed it! I'm about to past the next chapter within the hour, so hopefully the wait wasn't too bad!
  23. Aceinthehole

    Second Chance

    You can really see the love she has for him. It's nice to see love finally overcome hate in that town.
  24. Aceinthehole

    Second Chance

    Perhaps he was worried that would make Artie hate him
  25. Aceinthehole

    Second Chance

    I guess they're not clever enough to have come up with a good enough trick, plus their lifetime of hatred seems to have caught up with them during the case.
  26. aditus

    Author Guess Who - #1

    So, what happens IF we can't guess the author? Do they get a couple of additional questions? Or did we lose this round of the game?
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