ok. So life decided to use me as a punching bag. I'm still here, I swear, it's my story and I'm not gonna just up and totally disappear on it. Still, I'm very sorry guys. I'll be getting on my post right now and hopefully have it up very soon.
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@Thundercrash Your typical park. Grass, trees, a duck pond, playground for the kiddies, maybe a basketball or tennis court somewhere on the property.
I think so too. Gonna start up a new post in a minute. I'm tying to finish up this chapter before I'm castrated, and I need to look at edits for an entire book as well. I've also decided to start learning Parkour. I think I've lost my mind. Just saying.
K, just waiting for everyone to arrive before continuing on.
@Thundercrash Fairly lit along the paths but in between there's not a lot of lighting.
Sophia's family is weird.
I like them. :) Post is up, finally. Had some birthday celebrations and my daughters book report to help her with get in my way so it took a little longer than intended but there we go. I'm really sorry for the slow movement but things will pick up guys, promise.
Largent growled dangerously at the room as a whole and shoved his way out the door as quickly as he could reasonably manage it. Richard tensed when the larger boy passed him but Largent made no move to try to attack and he relaxed, letting out an explosive sigh as the door slammed shut behind Largent.
"Tonight's going to suck, isn't it?" he muttered to no one in particular.
By the end of the day Richard was feeling a lot better, even though he'd been forced to sit through the rest of his classes despite the abdominal bruising that he'd suffered under Largent's fist. When the final bell rang he made his way home, barely conscious of Sophia walking along beside him. Waving goodbye to her he stumbled inside and after enduring an obligatory round of grilling and disappointment from the parental units, he stumbled upstairs and into bed, passing out almost before his head hit the pillow.
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"Richard?" Richard groaned and rolled over in his bed. "Richard!" the voice came more sharply that time, and with a decidedly irritated tone. "You need to get up. It's a quarter past seven and i will not have you being late for this detention." His eyes opened and he sighed, rolling over onto his back to stare at his mother.
"It wasn't my fault, mom. I didn't mean to bump into the guy and he attacked me, I was just defending myself."
"Which I understand entirely. And I will be having a word with your schools principal about punishing a child for self defense. But in the meantime you have a detention, so we're going to deal with it, and move on." She walked out of the room, calling back over her shoulder. "Downstairs in ten minutes Richard, don't make me come back up here."
He sighed again and stared at the shadowed ceiling of his room, his bedside lamp doing little to illuminate the far corners of the vaulted ceiling, and thought over the events that had led him to this situation.
After a few minutes of silent contemplation he got up and changed his clothes, dressing in some ratty older garments that he could get dirty. All Om had said about their detention was that it was involving cleanup of some kind, and they were going to be at a park... he figured it was likely that he was going to get dirty. Within ten minutes he was dressed and downstairs. Richard wanted to ride his bike to the park with Sophia but his mother insisted on driving him, apparently not convinced that he would actually go if left to his own devices. He sat in the front seat, sulking the entire ride and she ignored his sullen teen attitude with equal parts resignation and exasperation.
When Richard got to the park and closed the car door behind him it was with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. A glance at his watch showed that it was only 7:45 and he figured he would be the first one there. Largent had already arrived. Richard turned to find his mothers car already turning a corner down the street and he turned back to find Largent glaring at him across a small, circular space at the main entrance leading into the park. Off to the side a few other students from his school stood, hands shoved into their pockets and angry scowls on their faces. Cassidy, Carter, Hall. Cassidy was a slender black girl that might have been pretty if she was always scowling at everyone. Carter was a short but highly volatile kid with the worst temper Richard had ever seen and Hall was just scary. In a quiet, makes you wonder if he'll show up to school one day with a home made bomb vest and a duffle bag filled with guns, kind of scary.
"You know we're gonna have to finish that fight sometime soon, right, Midget?" Largent growled, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes were narrowed to slits, fixed angrily on Richard who suddenly felt like a deer caught in the proverbial headlights.
He didn't say anything. Just walked as far away from the other four students and leaned against a fence, arms crossed over his chest as they waited for everyone else to show up.
"Tonight's going to suck, isn't it?" he muttered to no one in particular.
By the end of the day Richard was feeling a lot better, even though he'd been forced to sit through the rest of his classes despite the abdominal bruising that he'd suffered under Largent's fist. When the final bell rang he made his way home, barely conscious of Sophia walking along beside him. Waving goodbye to her he stumbled inside and after enduring an obligatory round of grilling and disappointment from the parental units, he stumbled upstairs and into bed, passing out almost before his head hit the pillow.
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"Richard?" Richard groaned and rolled over in his bed. "Richard!" the voice came more sharply that time, and with a decidedly irritated tone. "You need to get up. It's a quarter past seven and i will not have you being late for this detention." His eyes opened and he sighed, rolling over onto his back to stare at his mother.
"It wasn't my fault, mom. I didn't mean to bump into the guy and he attacked me, I was just defending myself."
"Which I understand entirely. And I will be having a word with your schools principal about punishing a child for self defense. But in the meantime you have a detention, so we're going to deal with it, and move on." She walked out of the room, calling back over her shoulder. "Downstairs in ten minutes Richard, don't make me come back up here."
He sighed again and stared at the shadowed ceiling of his room, his bedside lamp doing little to illuminate the far corners of the vaulted ceiling, and thought over the events that had led him to this situation.
After a few minutes of silent contemplation he got up and changed his clothes, dressing in some ratty older garments that he could get dirty. All Om had said about their detention was that it was involving cleanup of some kind, and they were going to be at a park... he figured it was likely that he was going to get dirty. Within ten minutes he was dressed and downstairs. Richard wanted to ride his bike to the park with Sophia but his mother insisted on driving him, apparently not convinced that he would actually go if left to his own devices. He sat in the front seat, sulking the entire ride and she ignored his sullen teen attitude with equal parts resignation and exasperation.
When Richard got to the park and closed the car door behind him it was with a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. A glance at his watch showed that it was only 7:45 and he figured he would be the first one there. Largent had already arrived. Richard turned to find his mothers car already turning a corner down the street and he turned back to find Largent glaring at him across a small, circular space at the main entrance leading into the park. Off to the side a few other students from his school stood, hands shoved into their pockets and angry scowls on their faces. Cassidy, Carter, Hall. Cassidy was a slender black girl that might have been pretty if she was always scowling at everyone. Carter was a short but highly volatile kid with the worst temper Richard had ever seen and Hall was just scary. In a quiet, makes you wonder if he'll show up to school one day with a home made bomb vest and a duffle bag filled with guns, kind of scary.
"You know we're gonna have to finish that fight sometime soon, right, Midget?" Largent growled, cigarette dangling from his lips. His eyes were narrowed to slits, fixed angrily on Richard who suddenly felt like a deer caught in the proverbial headlights.
He didn't say anything. Just walked as far away from the other four students and leaned against a fence, arms crossed over his chest as they waited for everyone else to show up.
Alrighty, gang. Getting on that post right now. It's been difficult and exhausting few days and I apologize for the delay but I'm back on it as we speak.
Ok, so I spent the entire day at the hospital. Not hurt, don't worry. But I was distracted so I'll be getting a post up tomorrow when I have a little more time to think and focus on what needs to happen. We're getting close to the part we've all been waiting for ladies and gents.
That's kinda what I was thinking but wanted to see what you guys thought too. Sounds like a plan.
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