Hey Becks... over here!!

[loekie]

*Beep Beep beep*

An arm shot out from under the cover knocking the blasted thing to the floor. There was a groan and a blonde head now appeared from under the covers as well. A young teen rubbed his eyes as he slowly sat up running a hand through his longish blonde hair.

“James, get your lazy ass down here” came a shout from down the stairs. The boy sighed “Coming” he yelled back even though he knew the danger behind it. He swung his legs from under the covers, took a quick shower and got ready for the day ahead. He closed his eyes before opening the room to his door. This was a daily ritual where he took the time to charge himself for the hell ahead.

He walked into the kitchen where he got to work fixing the ‘happy family’ breakfast. He didn’t even really care what they did to him, but he just whished he could spare it the new arrival. A small seven year old girl smiled broadly as she saw the teen walk in. The man of the house was less pleased though.

“When are you going to have breakfast ready in time?” the man hissed.

James clenched his teeth biting back a ‘it’s not too late yet…’ or a ‘why don’t you get it yourself you bastard…’ and simply went into the kitchen to get some food on the table. The man didn’t care though and it wasn’t long before the boy found himself on the ground, bleeding. He simply pushed himself from the floor and headed up to the bathroom since he had to make sure the new injuries could not be seen as he wanted to avoid the hard questions that then would follow. Then he grabbed his bag, took the girl by the hand and walked out of the house.

“Are you hurt?” the girl’s soft voice questioned.

The southerner shook his head “Nah sugar-pop, I’m fine” he smiled at her “come on, you don’t want to be late for school now do ya?”

The girl shook her head and when they arrived to the building he walked in with her and made sure she was alright before heading across the street where the high-school was situated.

James sighed as he walked up to his new school. He threw away his cigarette-but. Was there anything worse then a first day in a new school? He entered the building and headed in searched for the principal’s office, where he assumed he’d be spending a lot of time, to collect his timetable. He then went in search of his first class… History. Marvellous. He sighed sitting down in the back row. He yawned taking out his books and opened one he had just started reading. It might come as s bit surprise, but the young southerner loved to read. It was his way of escaping his hell-hole of a life. His casually leant back in his seat his eyes lazily scanning the book. He really had no intention to pay any attention to the teacher what-so-ever.

The teacher had started his class and kept his eyes on the new blonde that had just started school today. The boy seemed rather into the book he seemed to have brought instead of class. The older man smiled slightly and shook his head as he walked over to the blonde’s desk.

“What was the cause of the WW1.. Mr. Ford?” he asked standing right before the boy.

“People are morons…” the boy replied lazily without looking up from his book.

The teacher was a little taken aback by the answer “thank you for that insight Mr. Ford. The rest of the class just chuckled.

James sighed bored “The relationship between the countries were already strained because of the new imperialism. When the crown prince of Austro-Hungary in 1914, it was the last straw and tada… WW1” he summarized. There were a few more things that had contributed, but hell.. who cared? He hadn’t looked up from his book and now lazily turned a page.

The teacher raised an eyebrow “very well, just put the book away” he ordered smiling slightly.

The blond simply shrugged “sure teach” he responded putting the book back in his bag. He sighed… now how was he going to get through this class? He really hated transferring school. His whole body still ached from the beating he had received the night he had left he last place. So yeah, he had taken a neighbor’s car with a few friends in drunken bravado and had taken it for a joy-ride. He smirked… that had been a great night. There had been alcohol… drugs. God had he been wasted… luckily the police hadn’t shown up until the next day. Ah well.. he’d just get through it like he had survived the rest of his life. He was a loner anyway. He just leaned back in his seat staring out of the window. This was going to be one looong day.

Finally though, the bell rang and he went outside sitting on the grass with his book. The blond lit a cigarette and blew out some smoke. School was just so boring. The boy leaned back on his elbows opening the book yawning as he was just sooo exhausted.
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((hope this is alright??))

[mysteriousxrose]

Sun came through the window. A black head lay on a pillow, ignorant of any sound or noise. Until….

“Crystal get up you have to go to school!” came a soft cry from downstairs. Crystal groaned and muttered something that sounded much like, “go away.” She rolled over and continued sleeping. Soon enough though, the sun came and smacked right into her face. She groaned again and sat up, running her hands through her eyes. She let her head flop down on to her knees.

“Crystal, get UP!” the voice said. Crystal rolled her eyes and muttered an offensive word. She kicked off the blankets and stood up, going straight to the mirror to study the situation: her hair was a mess, her eyes looked like she didn’t get any sleep and she just looked depressed in general. She brushed her hands through her chin length hair, flattening it out. There was nothing she could do about the eyes or her depressed look, so she just through on the first top in her dresser and her jeans.

Crystal went downstairs, where her mother was waiting for her with eggs. “Thanks,” she said breezily and scooped them in her mouth quickly. Her mother watched with an odd expression on her face that Crystal couldn’t quite figure out.

“What?” Crystal asked after swallowing a mouthful of eggs.

“Nothing,” she said quickly. Crystal sighed, she was hiding something again. Oh well. Crystal pushed the plate away from her and got up to grab her backpack and keys.

“Bye mom,” she called, on her way out. She threw her backpack in the car and was at school before she knew it. She was in history class just before the bell rang. Her teacher looked up at her as she took her seat.

“That was close Ms. Shaw,” he said sternly then turned his attention to a blonde boy in the middle row. New kid. Crystal glanced at him bored. Nothing special about him. She turned her attention back to the teacher as he asked the new kid- Mr. Ford he called him- about World War I. How many times did they have to go over that one piece of information? Does it really matter? Would they ever use it in real life? No, she thought answering her own question.

She yawned as the teacher asked another question. He turned to her. “Yes Ms. Shaw? Do you have something to add?” he inquired.

“Sorry, sir,” said Crystal quickly. He had been known to give out detentions for the littlest things. Well, to her anyway.

“Well in that case perhaps you’d like to answer the question?” he went on. Crystal blinked, why did he have to be so hard on her? She honestly didn’t care.

“I don’t know sir,” she said quietly staring directly into his eyes. He blinked and then turned away to ask someone else the question. She relaxed; another calamity avoided.

[[It was fine, don’t worry! ^.^ Sorry it took so long]]

[loekie]

James sat in the grass the book in the knees he’d pulled up as he rested on his elbows. He sighed. This was going to be a long day. The blonde boy lit up a cigarette as he scanned the pages of the book with little interest. He just couldn’t seem to focus as his mind kept wondering…

He’d been awoken by pounding and yelling at the front-door and his mother stood at his bed.

“Quick get under the bed.. He’ll think you’re still with your grandparents. Come on now… “ she had urged him, pulling him up out of bed.

A young 8 year old blonde, still sleep drunken had nodded.

“I love you sweetie” she had smiled and he had returned her smile even though his heart had been filled with dread. Something was terribly wrong, and the blonde had felt it…

“I love you too mommy” he had whispered before she ushered him to get under the bed. She herself had gone down-stairs and there had been yelling, screaming and crying… and then there had been a loud pang, and the sound of something rather heavy slumped to the floor. Then there had been footsteps on the stairs and into the room. Then there was a heavy weight on the bed and another pang sounded. The tiny blonde had pressed himself completely against the far wall frightened.

Then it had been foster-care for the young Ford. He had been stuffed with this horrible family. Not that these people cared. They had soon simply labelled him a ‘trouble child’ and were done with it. So yeah. He got in a lot of trouble. Teachers found him rebellious and disruptive… So what? Could one really blame him? He had to have some outlet now hadn’t it? Besides he could A plusses… what more did they want?

Eight years later the blonde was now sat at some schoolyard. He clenched his Jaw… damn wad he a coward or what? He should have never been under that bed. He should have been next to his mother, trying to protect her. His father might not have even gone that far if he had seen the small boy there as well. He clenched his fists his nails digging into his flesh. The blonde boy forced it out of his mind as he really didn’t want to think about it. He could afford to. He had to be strong… if only for the newest addition to his dysfunctional family. How was he ever going to keep little Ciara safe? Hell, he couldn’t even keep himself safe. He sighed annoyed as he blew out some smoke. Damned did he hate his life. He sighed. Sometimes he just wanted to give up. Throw the towel in the ring and just congratulate these people on their win. He closed his book. That was not going to get him anywhere now anyway. He folded his hand behind his throbbing head wondering how he was going to get through the day. Ah well… shit happens didn’t it? and somehow he always got through.

The blonde ran a hand through his hair rubbing his temples. He’d hit the floor last night, and the blonde sighed. Probably another concussion. He grumbled annoyed as he shook his head… still better to be in school that back home… how sad wasn’t it? The teen inhaled the last of his cigarette and threw away the cigarette-but. He stared up at the blue sky squinting his eyes against the sun wondering whatever he’d done wrong to deserve all this. The southerner, on the outside though, showed nothing. His once stormy sea-colored eyes were now just staring ahead blankly and his body languish was calm and relaxed. Over the years he’d become a master at hiding everything inside. He had never ever even showed any emotion when his parents had gotten killed. Nor about anything else really. He’d never cried, or showed anything when he’d been punished… Well, everybody dealt with things their own way didn’t they?
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((no worries... mine took long as well...))

[mysteriousxrose]

[[kk, will reply tomorrow]]

[mysteriousxrose]

[[Posting in a different color to differentiate from your posts and mine. -nods-]]

Crystal walked through the now empty halls. It was lunch time; her favorite time of day. She almost never sat down during it. She found it easier to get her thoughts together during it, but she never actually ate anything. She had a small stomach, nothing serious of course. She would be worried that someone actually thought she had a disease if she was skinner, but that wasn’t the case so she pushed that thought to the back of her mind.

Crystal stopped in front of the window showing the lunch courtyard. It was nice, with lots of trees and picnic tables. Only seniors were allowed really to eat there, but none of the younger students paid attention to that. Crystal hadn’t either when she was a freshman. It was just one rule she had broken among many others. Of course, she had to admit, freshman year wasn’t the best when she looked back on it. She had barely avoided detentions in some cases. It was the danger that had drove her back then. Now it was the challenge to not get in trouble that drove her. She was a mass of contradictions.

Crystal pushed open the door leading out to the courtyard to see relatively few people outside. She waved back absently at a few people before reaching an empty table. She dropped her books and lay her head down on her arms, planning on taking a nap for a few minutes. Her hair fell over her eyes, successfully hiding her eyes from the sun. The next thing she knew the bell was ringing.

“Ah damn,” she muttered. Everyone had already left. She picked up her books, hoping that she wouldn’t get reprimanded this time.

She was lucky, the teacher wasn’t there yet when she made it to class. Crystal took her seat in the front row next to another empty seat. She sighed, relieved, as the teacher entered the class unaware that she had arrived late. He started talking as Crystal doodled on a piece of paper. English was probably one of the easiest classes of the day. All he did was talk and then she passed the tests. It also helped that she was only in honors. The teacher and class was a joke.

A note landed on her desk. She looked around and saw her friend nodding at her. Crystal turned to the note and opened it. New kid, hear yet? it said. Crystal rolled her eyes. The littlest piece of gossip would spread like wildfire. What a boring life. It was the only thing people thought about at this school, she thought.

Crystal picked up a pen and wrote, yeah he was in my first period class. Nothing special really. Don’t get too excited. She folded up the note. She looked up at the teacher to make sure he wasn’t looking and through it back to her friend. She opened it and Crystal immediately saw that her face dropped. Crystal smirked and turned back around, slumping into a sort of stupor under the droning voice of the teacher.

[loekie]

James sighed as the bell sounded to indicate the next period. He sighed as he pushed himself up from his elbows as he rose to his feet. He figured it would really look too good if he’d start skipping classes his first day. He had been in enough trouble as it was… He smiled slightly as he thought of that morning a few weeks ago…

here was pounding on his door. The boy thought about ignoring it, but he knew that was a dangerous game. He sighed sitting up, swinging his legs from under the covers… god did his head hurt… He’d bit the dust last night once again… The blonde thought about the morning a few weeks ago. All in all… It had been amazing.

“Whadda you want?” he retorted running a hand through his longish hair.

“You unlock this door boy.. or I’ll break it down” a male voice sounded and the blonde sighed slowly making his way to the door unlocking it. When he reached for the doorknob the door swung open hitting him in the wrist. He didn’t flinch though and just stared daggers at the big guy before him

“Yeah?” he questioned, but was cut of by a punch in the face that split his lip. The boy simply turned his head back and narrowed his stormy sea-colored eyes “ya done?” he asked raising an eyebrow. It wasn’t long though before he was dragged of down the stares into the small living room.

“Trust me Jamie, we aint done by a long shot” the man responded and the boy sighed.. he was just soo tired of the man’s anger… damn… he had his own ‘Ford temper’ to deal with. He just sighed “Mind telling me what this is all about?” the teen asked.

“The police called this morning…” the man started meaningfully. James just kept his expression blank. “Well boy, aint ya got something to say ta me?” he asked but the boy just shrugged “Whadda ya want me to say?” he asked. The older man huffed “Tell me what ya did?” he demanded. The blonde sighed “I didn’t do nothin’” he defended himself but the man would have none of it.

“Oh really?” the man now closed the space between them “They said you and yer friends were out joyriding last night, you in particular, all liquored up..” he stated smacking the boy before him in the face once again.

“So?” the blonde smirked. What did he care? It had been an amazing night… booze.. and well.. other stuff, one after all, had to experiment right? The care thing hadn’t even been his idea… There had been a lexus parked near where they hung out, and one of his friends had wanted to see what it was like to drive one… and my… they had. He knew he was going to pay for it now though, but hell had it been worth it…

Now though he was walking through the halls of a new building. What class did he have now? He checked his timetable. Math. The boy groaned. Just great. Working with numbers with his headache? Just marvelous. He shook his head as he walked back into the building. He went in search for his classroom and sat down laying his throbbing head on the table. When the teacher arrived he dove right into the materials that had to have been done for the day. The blonde barely listened and his head snapped up as his name was called

“Mr. Ford, would you mind solving problem 24 on the blackboard?” he asked as he was trying to determine how far the blonde was behind. The boy sighed as he glanced at the book quickly to find the right problem. He shrugged “Sure teach” he said as he walked to the board. So yeah, math wasn’t really his strong suit, but somehow he did manage to get and A+. He solved the problem and the teacher nodded satisfied for now. He returned to his seat and spent the rest of the hour practically sleeping in class. When the bell finally sounded to he grabbed his books and walked out of the room…

[mysteriousxrose]

Crystal sighed happily as the bell rang once more. One more class and she would be fine. She grabbed her bags and rushed into biology class. It was just review, good. He wouldn’t notice if she fell asleep hopefully. And if he did, whatever. It wasn’t like it was such a hardship on him anyway. She didn’t have to study now. She would study later at home. Or maybe in the morning. Or at lunch. Or the first five minutes during class. Oh well, it was her fault if she didn’t want to, not his.

As he turned to the first question on the packet, Crystal felt her eyes droop. Slowly she entered the full dream state.

“Daddy? Who’s that lady?” the little girl’s lip trembled. She looked up at her mother. In a child’s thought process she could tell something bad was about to happen. Her mother didn’t look too happy either.

“Daddy is going with this woman sweetie,” he said kindly, kneeling down to the girl’s height. The little girl eyes widened.

“Why?” she asked.

“It’s a…” he hesitated, obviously looking for a reasonable explanation, “a business thing,”

The little girl started crying. “Why?” she whined more. Her mother picked her up and held her glaring at the man. The other woman looked surprise and slowly excused herself.

The little girl struggled out of her mother’s grip as the screaming started.

Crystal woke up quickly. Crap. That dream again. Did her subconscious really need to bring that up over and over again? She had lived through her father’s heartbreaking news once. She didn’t need to live through it another time. It just seemed redundant.

Crystal felt something on her eyes. She brought her finger up to them and realized they were wet. With tears. She scrubbed them away quickly before anyone could see them. Crystal was famous for not caring. And she didn’t care. She really didn’t. So she kept telling herself. She wasn’t exactly sure if it was working, but she would keep telling herself that. She still wasn’t ready to tell herself that she cared.

“Ms. Shaw?” Crystal’s head whipped up. Whoops, how many times had he asked already?

“Er, sorry, what was that?” she said. The teacher surveyed her over his glasses.

“Number 6, Ms. Shaw?” Crystal looked down at the packet. Random words. Random answers. He soon turned away from her and asked someone else. Her brain was confused and dishevled. What was this stupid question asking?

Wow, how was she going to get through this year?

[loekie]

((I'll reply tomorrow... my brain died while revriewing unie just now....))

[loekie]

James walked through the school to his next class… Biology. He smirked…wasn’t all one needed to know about the birds and the bees? He sighed slightly as he entered the room and sat next to a girl that seemed determined to spent the class asleep. He shook his head as he rested his head on his hand staring out of the window. He was just so tired… He closed his eyes as the teacher rambled on about one thing or another. He felt himself fall into a slumber but he just couldn’t seem to really give a damn. Now another memory came bubbling back up in a dream…

The 8 year old boy had pressed himself completely against the wall scared and cold. It wasn’t until the first light of morning streamed into the room that he finally mustered up the courage to crawl out from under the bed. He swallowed as he saw his father slumped on the bed, blood spattered everywhere. He then slowly made his way downstairs where, near the front-door. His mother was slumped against a wall also in a pool of blood. He took a deep breath moving over to the body shaking her gently.

“Mommy…?” he whispered startled by how cold she felt. He ran back upstairs and soon returned with one of the spare blankets and wrapped it around the woman on the floor. He sat down beside her taking her hand “Mommy…” he tried harder shaking her, willing warmth and life back into her. He didn’t move until one of the neighbors saw something through the window a few hours later and called the police.

They arrived a 15 minutes later banging on the door….

“Police! Open up!” was called from the outside. The blondes head had snapped up as he crawled against his mother scared. The door now cracked open and a few officers barged in but were stopped dead in their tracks at the sight that greeted them. A small boy huddled against his dead mother. One of the officers went over to the woman checking for a pulse but soon gave his partner a sad shake of the head. Then one of the officer place a hand on the small boys shoulder.

“Come on son..” he said gently trying to pull his away from the body.

“NO” the boy exclaimed fighting the older man every step of the way and when the other took the blanket of off his mother he narrowed his eyes “NO” he exclaimed again “She need that for warmth when she wakes up!” he told the men. The one that was still holding onto him turned him around while crouching down to the boys height “I’m sorry son.. but she’s not going to wake up…” he tried as gently as he could. The blonde stared at the floor for a bit before looking up nodding slightly to let them know he understood. The two men exchanged a look. They had been expecting tears at the least…

“Could you tell us what happened here?” one of the two asked and the boy nodded once more “My father got angry… and I.. I think he shot her…” he told them as one of their colleagues had checked upstairs telling them about the body up there. They nodded and then took the boy with them to the bureau to answer some more question…

The blonde opened his eyes lazily. He looked around seeing the girl beside him had just woken up as well… with… tears? Must have been one hell of a dream he smirked inwardly. he couldn’t even remembered the last time he’d cried. His father had been a big man with a nasty temper, and the southerner had soon learned to stay away from him and well… he knew how his father hated crying. The blonde sighed though. The dream had left him with an amazing feeling of guilt. He should have never listened to his mother, should have never gotten under that bed. If he’d been at his mother’s side that night.. his father might not have gone as far as to actually go through with his plan, and if he still would have, at least the blonde would probably have gotten shot as well, and it would have saved him a lot of trouble… He pushed all this to the back of his mind as he clenched his fists. He would get that son of a bitch…