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| Final Conquest - Chapter 3 | |
| By jammycarrot | ||
| 18 January 2008 | ||
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Final chapter I'll be putting up here for a while. Exams, work and hospital appointmens will be keeping me away from writing up any more on the computer. I knwo this is a short chapter, very short indeed (only just 2 pages on the computer, so this may get more detail added to it) Enjoy, and please comment. I promise that it's not that bad to read the whole way through ......~BEN~...... Ben walked in, several minutes before Alexa, which was, of course, entirely usual. Alexa always waited for her friend's at school and walked home with them, discussing the latest gossip, last night's T.V and which of the older students they were hoping would ask them to the Christmas ball, for Year 9's weren't allowed unless they were asked by a Year 10 or 11. As soon as Ben shut the door, he dropped his bag, kicked off his shoes at the bottom of the stairs and proceeded upstairs, completely bypassing and blanking his mother on his way up. His mother walked to the bottom step and stood looking out of the window in the living room. She was waiting. Waiting to talk to Alexa when she came in, and waiting to talk to Ben. She moved from the stairs into the living room. As soon as the latter shouted out in rage from upstairs, she knew which one she would have to deal with first. Although maybe talking was being a bit optimistic. Either way, it was time he faced some harsh truths. As she heard Ben's footsteps pounding on the stairs, and the front door open, announcing Alexa's arrival, she turned to the women sat on her cream leather sofa in a crisp jacket and skirt drinking coffee. "Here we go" she said. ......~RACHEL~...... I stopped breathing. The world stopped spinning. For those few moments, the birds forgot their song, the children forgot their shrieks and screams and the wind forgot it's howl. I don't know how long I stayed there, staring at that piece of paper, at those words I'd written. Time had no part in that current part of my life, it was meaningless. It wasn't until a dull thud came from the next corridor, which bought me back to my senses. I looked round. I was still alone. Slowly, I took the two steps across to the desk, as though all the answered for me in my paper. Time still seemed to be standing still. It took me an eternity to get over to the desk, the bright green paperclip growing in size with each step I took. Trembling hands, I reached out and snatched at the essay, holding it close to me as though someone might take it from me. I don't know why I did it, I knew I was alone. Maybe I was just scared that if I hovered my nerve would go. I flicked through the pages, stopping at every tick or comment written in red pen. His famous red pen. His "Red pen of praise and persecution". I wanted to laugh as I remembered his goofyness, but the lump in my throat restricted the noise that tried to come out, making it become nothing more than a muffled sob. I reached the end and saw the grade he'd given me. An A. I looked underneath the grade, expecting to see the normal, huge paragraph he'd write at the end of your work. It wasn't there. One line was in its stead. Despite knowing that I shouldn't have been there, and that if I was caught I'd be in seriously big trouble, I read it out aloud, my voice coming out as nothing more than a hoarse whisper. "Keep up the good work, carry on" The bottom of the letter n carried on, and jerked across the rest of the page, leaving a single, jagged red lone all the way to the bottom. I looked at it. He'd had such a way with words, and his book which he'd written last year was brilliant, really really amazing, and this squiggle, this stupid, insignificant little squiggle was his last act, the last thing he'd ever written. I was so angry with the injustice of it all; I threw the essay back on the desk and broke down, turning away from the desk. No sooner had I started then I stopped. Artificial light flooded the room, revealing everything in it in more detail. I held my breath.
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