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December Short story challenge -M/M - stories & comments
Sammy2006 wrote: "3 days earlier…“Can I come, please Sam, please. I promise I won’t talk too much and I won’t eat all your stuff and I’ll be really, really still in the boat. Please Sammy, please can I come, can..."
OMG Sammy.. that made me so freakin' teary.... It was beautiful thou...
Now to bed.. I have to be up in 5.5 hours... grrr (taking friends to the airport... )
Byron wrote: "Sammy2006 wrote: "3 days earlier…“Can I come, please Sam, please. I promise I won’t talk too much and I won’t eat all your stuff and I’ll be really, really still in the boat. Please Sammy, plea..."
Ouch--sleep well By!!
Sammy2006 wrote: "3 days earlier…“Can I come, please Sam, please. I promise I won’t talk too much and I won’t eat all your stuff and I’ll be really, really still in the boat. Please Sammy, please can I come, can..."
Hey, Sammy. Soooooo sad. But I guess we need sad stories, too. To make us appreciate the love in life. But its a wonderful story. Thank you.
Scylar wrote: "Sammy2006 wrote: "3 days earlier…“Can I come, please Sam, please. I promise I won’t talk too much and I won’t eat all your stuff and I’ll be really, really still in the boat. Please Sammy, plea..."
But it does end in the positive---yes???? Gee whiz guys--now I feel bad about writing a sad story (okay, I really don't --I was just shamelessly trying to garner sympathy=:) Avoiding finishing a script--need to get it done. Rehearsal all afternoon!
Hey Scy--did you get the pic of my baby??
Elci wrote: "Aww, thanks for the support and Kat for being the Beta. You guys are great."Awww, hugs, babe :) Anytime :)
Sammy2006 wrote: "Scylar wrote: "Sammy2006 wrote: "3 days earlier…“Can I come, please Sam, please. I promise I won’t talk too much and I won’t eat all your stuff and I’ll be really, really still in the boat. Ple..."
No, Sammy, yes, it ended positively perfectly! I didn't mean anything negative. These scenarios happen in real life. Reading about them helps to deal with the pain of loss. You had to write the story based on the pic. Don't feel bad. Really, I am so glad Kat posted that pic.
So I guess I better check email for that pic of your baby:) better not be a sad pic:(
Now, quit fooling around and go work on that script!
Hey, Sweet Kat. I hope today is a beautiful day:) I am really glad you gave us that pic to write about. I am working on mine. It of course deals with a loss as befitting the pic, but is will be uplifting as the loss is not the focus.
Hey Scy, my friend :) Today is a beautiful day... I am glad that you guys like the pic so much it is one of my favorite pics. How are you Scy? Hugs, Kat
Scylar wrote: "Sammy2006 wrote: "Scylar wrote: "Sammy2006 wrote: "3 days earlier…“Can I come, please Sam, please. I promise I won’t talk too much and I won’t eat all your stuff and I’ll be really, really still..."
Working--not loving it---muse has left the building...darn't!
Kat wrote: "Hey Scy, my friend :) Today is a beautiful day... I am glad that you guys like the pic so much it is one of my favorite pics. How are you Scy? Hugs, Kat"
I am doing great. Going eat lunch, then will work on my story. I'm glad you are doing well.
10000 hugs to you across the seas.
Scy, you are like one of the nicest beings ever. Seriously.
Scylar wrote: "10000 hugs to you across the seas. "<3 hugs, back :)
Elci wrote: "Scylar wrote: "Kat wrote: "Hey Scy, my friend :) Today is a beautiful day... I am glad that you guys like the pic so much it is one of my favorite pics. How are you Scy? Hugs, Kat"
I am doing gre..."
Hi, Elci. I hope you are well today. And thanks for jumping in first with your story. It prodded me to get to work. And it was cool the way you put a different spin on the pic by making it a fireworks display.
How do those lyrics go in that Jewel song, "and in the end, kindness is all that matters"?
10,000 hugs to you, too.
I forgot today was Christmas-tree-putting-up-day, so I'm not done yet, but I've got 658 words so far and I think the story is going to be really good. I'd give you a taste, but I don't want to give you any spoilers.
Ibis3 wrote: "I forgot today was Christmas-tree-putting-up-day, so I'm not done yet, but I've got 658 words so far and I think the story is going to be really good. I'd give you a taste, but I don't want to give..."Oh I see--so you are taunting us with this little word count--bad, bad girl!!!
And send me your birthdate girlie!!!!! =:)
Sammy2006 wrote: "Oh I see--so you are taunting us with this little word count--bad, bad girl!!!And send me your birthdate girlie!!!!! =:) "
LOL. On it's way.
Elci And Sammy - great stories! So different and yet both fit the picture. Thanks for writing those. Ibis I look forward to yours. Mine is done in my head, but no words on paper/screen yet. When I get the energy to type it, I'll post it.
Ibis3 wrote: "Now at 2386. I have a bit to go yet."Wow, you're really doing a complete story for us, eh.
Ibis3 wrote: "Now at 2386. I have a bit to go yet."TEASE!!!!!!!=:)
Kaje wrote: "Ibis3 wrote: "Now at 2386. I have a bit to go yet."Wow, you're really doing a complete story for us, eh."
Couldn't help it. Character's done got up and walked away with it. He wouldn't let me go last night and I stayed up until after two.
Ibis3 wrote: "Couldn't help it. Character's done got up and walked away with it. He wouldn't let me go last night and I stayed up until after two...."
Been there, done that. Hope you enjoy the ride.
Sammy2006 wrote: "Ibis3 wrote: "Now at 2386. I have a bit to go yet."TEASE!!!!!!!=:)"
Moi? {blink blink blink}
Ibis3 wrote: "Kaje wrote: "Ibis3 wrote: "Now at 2386. I have a bit to go yet."Wow, you're really doing a complete story for us, eh."
Couldn't help it. Character's done got up and walked away with it. He would..."
Hey, we've been wanting a story from you for 2 months, now. Can't wait.
Hey, there, Kaje. Wassup?
Hey Scy, traveling on family stuff. I can't write well on the little keyboard on this netbook, so my story will have to wait till I get home.
RKaje wrote: "Hey Scy, traveling on family stuff. I can't write well on the little keyboard on this netbook, so my story will have to wait till I get home."I know, I read those posts. That's so sad. I hope you are feeling ok. I know its hard on you.
It'll be okay, I hope. Yeah, kind of hard right now. But I'll find good things to pay attention to - I just really want to hide in a hole and write for a bit, but that'll have to wait. Ah well, this is a beautiful city (Vancouver) and warmer than MN was and the mountains are amazing. And the ocean - such a nice change from bleak and flat midwest landscape.
*hugs* Kaje.. not a damned word to help you out but my thoughts and the wish that I could give you a hug..
Thanks all. New day, fresh start. Maybe it will go better, but so nice to have you all here.
Thorny wrote: "I love that you guys are doing this! :) And those stories are really good.I got curious about who took the photo and why (couldn't help it) and actually managed to track it down to Joel Goodman (..."
Thanks Thorny :) I always wanted the history of that photo!!!
Thorny wrote: "I love that you guys are doing this! :) And those stories are really good.I got curious about who took the photo and why (couldn't help it) and actually managed to track it down to Joel Goodman (..."
Yeah. Thanks Thorny, it's nice to have the history of the picture. It's just so full of emotion.
Ok, I have had this written for a couple of days, but as I've never posted something I've written I am a little "eep!" about it... but *takes deep breath* here it is...In Memoriam
With my arms wrapped around him, his head buried in my chest, we stood at the back of the crowd who had gathered on the front lawn of the school for the memorial service; the candles they carried the only light. Next to the main doors of the school a new shiny brass plaque had been put up, on it were engraved the names of the three students most had come to mourn.
“Are you sure? If we do this there is no going back, you’re out.” I cautioned quietly as I rubbed my hands over Jake’s shoulders. This was a huge step for my football playing boyfriend. Whilst I had been out to my family and close friends for a while now, he’d been determined, until the shooting, to remain in the closet till after high school, when the issues of scholarships and closed minded jocks where behind him.
“Yes, I have to, we have to,” Jake muttered into my ear.
“For Jamie.”
“For Jamie,” he confirmed, then squeezing me tightly whispered in my ear, “and for us.”
Pulling back slightly I looked into his face. “For us?” I queried.
“Yes,” he nodded. “I don’t want to hide anymore, not after this.”
We wound our way through the crowd, reaching our seats amongst the other seniors as Principal Morgan took his place at the podium set up before the school doors. Jake sat on one side of me and on the other Keira, the tall willowy blonde who looked more like a stereotypical cheerleader than the Honours student and class president she was reached over and took my hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. Mai, the petite oriental girl who was the senior class’s computer and maths genius, who was sitting in the seat beyond lent around her.
“You came!” she grinned widely, her dark brown eyes shining behind her glasses. “We’re really doing this?”
A glare from the Vice Principal where she sat with the other teachers to one side of the podium prevented me from replying so I simply nodded.
We listened as Principal Morgan spoke sincerely on the need for better gun control and then detailed the achievements of the three students whose lives had been tragically cut short, who would never reach adulthood and who would never take their places in society.
“In closing, I would just like to say that this school and its staff take our responsibility to the students in our care seriously and we will do everything possible to prevent such a tragedy ever happening again.” He paused briefly, looking out over the assembled crowd. “I would now like to call on our senior class president to say a few words on behalf of the students.”
My gut cramped uncomfortably at his words. Part of me couldn’t help thinking that if the school really did take their responsibility to the students seriously, if they listened to us, if they actually saw what was happening under their noses then all of this could have been avoided and four lives would not have been wasted.
There was a scatter of polite applause as Principal Morgan returned to his seat and at the same time Keira took her place at the podium. Looking out over the crowd, and taking a deep breath she glanced quickly towards the assembled staff members as if waiting for confirmation of something before she began to speak.
“As Principal Morgan said, we are here this evening to remember the lives of those students who were tragically and needlessly taken from us, but I would like to take a moment to reflect that whilst the memorial plaque gives the names of three students, in fact there were four lives taken from us in this tragedy, not three.”
There were several gasps from the gathered crowed and even a couple of angry mutters but I didn’t look round, instead I watched as Principal Morgan rose from his seat and tried to move towards the podium, only to be blocked by the Vice Principal. I couldn’t hear what she said to him as she pushed him back towards his seat, but it looked like she told him to let her speak.
“Whilst ultimately the actions of Jamie Rogers cannot be condoned,” Keira continued. “I believe it is only right that he too should be remembered as a victim. Jamie came out to his family and friends when he was fifteen and for the following two years he was subject to a campaign of harassment and bullying, including physical assaults. At first he said nothing, just accepted what was happening as to be expected. We might not have actually taken part in the bullying, but many of us saw the hateful words spray painted on his locker, heard the name calling, even saw the bruising, did any of us do anything to stop it? If we had spoken up, if we had done something, anything, could we have prevented him taking the lives of three other students and his own?
“As a student body we must all share some of the guilt for contributing to the deaths of these four students.” Keira took a deep breath and looked over towards us again; we’d helped her write this speech, we knew what was coming. “Jamie was not the only gay student at this school, but until recently he was the only out gay student. Personally, I feel more responsible for what happened than most, because whilst the bullies focused on Jamie, they left me alone.”
Keira raised her eyes to the crowd in front of her, her voice shook slightly for the first time as she continued. “You see, I am gay too, yet like everyone else I stood back and did nothing. So long as the attention was not on me, I was all right. I will always ask myself if it could have been different, if I could have helped in some way, offered support instead of turning a blind eye to what was happening.
“We must not let the deaths of Dean, Rob, Marisa and Jamie be either forgotten or repeated. We have to learn from that bullying and harassment, for whatever reason, is not acceptable and will not be tolerated. From now on I don’t intend to remain silent, I will no longer be invisible in this community and I know there are several others here that feel the same way.”
As she finished speaking I rose to my feet, Jake and Mai on each side of me doing the same. I had thought it would be just the four of us, but it appeared that others had been quick to catch on to what we were doing. From the other side of the lawn, where the junior class were sitting, I saw two boys I didn’t recognise make their way to join us. To my surprise Mr Collins, one of the younger members of the maths department rose to his feet and started moving towards us, a uniformed police officer coming out of the audience to join him.
When we reached the podium Keira stepped down and moved into Mai’s arms, the smaller girl wrapping herself around her. As they embraced I looked over at Jake, he was pale, but the look on his face showed his determination to do this. I raised my eyebrows as I reached out a hand. His eyes closed and he nodded, his arms coming to meet mine as we came together in front of our friends, family, classmates and the wider community.
“I love you,” he whispered as his lips brushed mine.
“Always,” I sighed back into his mouth as the crowds around us melted into the background and the only thing that mattered right now was the boy in my arms.
OMG, K! Ooo, that was so good. Thank you so much!
Thorny wrote: "I love that you guys are doing this! :) And those stories are really good.I got curious about who took the photo and why (couldn't help it) and actually managed to track it down to Joel Goodman (..."
Awwwww, Thorny, thanks. I've been wondering. You just rejoined us and you are already such a wonderful contributor! You are such a ray of Sunshine. Hummmmm, I have this penchant for giving people nicknames. Maybe i'll start calling you Sunshine? Hey, its my nickname for Thorny, no one else is allowed to use it. Just kidding. Thorny, please don't be mad at me. I won't call you that if you don't want me to.
K, I will read it later. I can't wait. But I have 450 miles to drive. But let me say, thank you for writing us a story. I'm sorry you sat on it for 2 days, though. That means you were afraid we wouldn't like it. But we're a family here. We will definitely love it.
K, what a great story!!! I like it a lot!
K, that was emotional. It was really good.
K, lovely story, thank you. And welcome back Sunshine :)
K, absolutely lovely--and I got your pm--and yes--I agree--check you pm in return.
K, that was beautiful :) and best wishes for your Mum Kaje
I'm carefully avoiding reading any of the stories, or the real event at which the photo was snapped. I'm at 3633 words, but I'm almost done. I think I'll stay up until it's finished...Hugs for Kaje.
Ibis3 wrote: "I'm carefully avoiding reading any of the stories, or the real event at which the photo was snapped. I'm at 3633 words, but I'm almost done. I think I'll stay up until it's finished...Hugs for Kaje."
Looking forward to seeing it. My story will be a little like K's, but each one is unique, and I loved reading hers. But I am staying away from werewolf books while writing mine, so I know what you mean. Good luck with the ending.
And thanks all for the good wishes. Looks like Mum will get a pacemaker but not sure when - I fly home tomorrow and after that we'll see. The planet is just too freaking big, you know.
Page 1...Dramatis Personae (Provided because it might get a bit confusing.)
The Lorne Falcons:
Coach Bruce Trottier
Malcolm “Sammy” Sampson – Forward & Team Captain
Davinderjit Gill – Forward & Assistant Captain
Tyler “Buddy” Budd – Forward
Darryl Perry – Forward
Ryan “Perkie” Perkins – Forward
Jeremy “Arty” MacArthur – Defenceman & Our Protaganist/Narrator
Drake Connolly – Defenceman
Richard “Robber” Robertson – Goaltender
Cory Klassen – Jeremy’s best friend from school.
Leslie MacArthur – Jeremy’s mom
Kyle MacArthur – Jeremy’s dad
Rosalind MacArthur – Jeremy’s little sister
Joanna Budd – Tyler’s mom
Note: Though this story contains a scene in which sixteen and seventeen year-olds drink alcohol in a jurisdiction where persons under the age of nineteen can drink only if supplied by their parent in the same residential location, the author does not necessarily condone breaking the law. If you do drink, please don’t drive. If you drive, do so safely. This story also contains some swear words, but hopefully, we can be grown up enough about that. One of the characters mentions an incident where someone called someone else the "f" word.
Page 2...Best Friends
a story by Ibis3 (c)2011
The summer the accident happened, we’d been playing together as a team for three years, so Sammy’s birthday barbecue was, by then, a kind of tradition. Most of the other guys on the team had their birthdays during the season and we always did something to celebrate. But Malcolm “Sammy” Sampson’s birthday was in June, long after the hockey season ended. And that was a problem, because Sammy was the team captain. We couldn’t just leave him out. So every year since he’d turned fourteen, Sammy’d invited us all over to his house for a barbecue.
The first year, the gathering had started in the afternoon as a pool party and we’d all gone home by eight or nine. But now we were older. Malcolm’s parents were there to make sure things didn’t get out of control, but it was definitely a high school party. It was later at night. Girlfriends were invited. The beverages were BYOB, and most of us had at least a couple of beers or whatever.
It wasn’t a good night for it. It had been overcast since about noon, and not long after we’d finished barbecuing it started to rain. The pool and the patio were abandoned and we all ended up in the Sampsons’ basement, shooting pool, playing video games, listening to music, hanging out. A few couples were even making out here and there, but nothing too heavy. Despite the crummy weather, the party wasn’t working out too terribly after all.
I was having a great time, even though this wasn’t the same group of guys I usually hung around with at school, and my best friend, Cory, wasn’t there. See, you have to understand that we were all team mates. We’d been on tournament trips together, bussed to neighbouring towns for games, had gotten up at ungodly hours to practise together, shared losses and victories. We were close. That’s not to say there weren’t sometimes “issues”, both on and off the ice. Sometimes there was resentment about ice time or about someone not pulling his weight. Just a few months before, Perkie and Gill, linemates for two seasons running, had gotten into it over a girl they both liked. But that was all over with by then.
It was about eleven when things turned bad. I’d just finished texting with Cory who was out of town for the weekend at his older sister’s wedding, and I was in a good mood. Putting my phone back in my pocket, I’d then walked over to Sammy, who’d brought down a couple of trays of nachos that his mom had made for us. I was talking with him and Gill, so I can’t tell you what it was that prompted Darryl Perry to open his big mouth. Man, I really shouldn’t say that. I mean, he was wrong and everything, but I know he wishes he could take it back.
I just heard him laugh disdainfully. “That’s so gay.” I turned a bit to see what it was he was snickering at on the TV screen.
But it was Buddy who got my attention. He was taking a couple of steps closer to Perry. “When you want to say something is bad or stupid, don’t call it ‘gay’, all right?” he said quietly.
Buddy. Tyler Budd. He’d been my best friend all through elementary school. He’d lived two doors down from me and we were the same age. We’d done all the kid stuff together—playing at the park, building snow forts, riding our bikes. We’d even learned to skate together when his dad took us on Sundays to the outdoor rink when we were five. We’d drifted a bit, partly because his family had moved to a street in another part of the neighbourhood, partly because once we got to high school we gravitated to different groups of friends. We were still on good terms though and I was always glad that we were still in touch through the team.
On the first day of practice the year before, he’d asked us all to stay afterwards because he needed to tell us something. I couldn’t imagine for a minute what it was. Maybe he was moving? Joining the Ravens, our traditional rivals? Maybe he was sick. Leukemia or something? As it turned out, he wasn’t moving. Or sick. Tyler Budd stood up one of the benches and, only after he was sure he had everyone’s attention, announced that he was gay. He said he didn’t want to stay on the team if anyone had a problem with that. He told us to talk it over and let him know at the next practice. And then he hopped down, picked up his bag, and walked out. It was the bravest thing I’d ever seen anyone do in real life.
Page 3...Best Friends
a story by Ibis3 (c)2011
As for us, we were all taken aback. We wouldn’t have been more stunned if he’d announced he’d been called up for a tryout with the national junior team. Even me, who’d known him forever. Maybe I was more surprised because of that.
Anyway, Sammy called on anyone who had anything he’d like to say to step forward. We all just stood there, no one wanting to be the first to break the silence. Sammy looked right at me. “What do you say, Arty?”
“Me?”
There was a knock at the door and the coach stuck his head in. “What’s taking you boys so long? Hurry up. There’s an Atom team that has the ice next.”
“Sure thing, Coach,” said Sammy. “We’ll be done in a minute.” The door was already closing. Sammy hadn’t taken his eyes off of me for a moment.
“Um. I say…I don’t care. Buddy’s my friend. He’s our team mate. Why should he leave the team just because he’s…different? I mean he’s different than us because he’s not into girls, but he’s not a different person than he was before.” At least that’s what I remember saying. I was a bit muddled, I admit.
Sammy just nodded. “Anyone else?” Some head shakes, no. “That settles it, then. Buddy stays.”
And so he had. There were a few guys uncomfortable at first but they got used to it pretty quick. There was only one, whose family was really religious, that ended up quitting over it. We all just went on as normal. No big deal, right? Once in a while, we teased him about having a boyfriend or about his sense of style, but not more than anyone else was teased about their personal lives. Nobody ever said anything mean or called him names. To us, he was one of us. I don’t know how he saw it, or if he ever thought someone had crossed the line.
But maybe sometimes we did, or maybe sometimes he just wasn’t in the mood for it at all. Now that I look back on it, I find it kind of weird that nothing like this had happened before. I keep playing it back in my mind. I can’t help it.
Now it was Perry’s turn. “Why not? I can call it anything I want to. I don’t mean anything against you. Just lighten up.”
“Just don’t do it.” He was still quiet, authoritative. No, not authoritative. Determined.
Now everyone was paying attention. The game at the pool table had stopped.
“Aww, poor Bunny. He’s just so sensitive.” Perry laughed at his own mockery.
“What did you call me?” Buddy lunged for Perry, drew his fist back to clock him. Now, Buddy was no goon, but let’s just say he’d spent enough five-minute stretches in the penalty box to make a guy think twice about getting on his bad side.
However, Buddy’s fist never connected. Two of the other guys intervened, holding him back. “Let it go, Ty. It’s not worth it,” said Drake Connolly, one hand stretching the back of Buddy’s shirt, the other pulling on his shoulder.
“You know something? Sometimes you’re a Class A fucking asshole, Darryl. And the rest of you?” He looked accusingly around the room. “Suck.” Then Tyler Budd shook off the restraining hands, turned away, and made for the stairs. No one said a word.
It had all happened so fast. Sammy, the one who was usually able to sort things out, hadn’t even moved. Now he passed the tray he was carrying to me, and went up the stairs two at a time after Buddy. I don’t know if he managed to catch him before he left, and if he did, what he said. I still haven’t had the balls to ask.
I went to put the tray down. I didn’t know what to do. It seemed like things were already being taken care of. Sammy had gone after Buddy and a few people, including Drake’s girlfriend, Sarah, were having a chat with Perry, telling him he shouldn’t have been such an ass. He was on the defensive, saying that everyone used the word gay like he had and Buddy shouldn’t take it personally. By the time Sammy came back though, he’d at least admitted that he had gone too far with the Bunny comment. He’d definitely and deliberately insulted him with that. Grudgingly, Perry agreed to apologise the next time he’d see him.
The incident was over. The party, now a little more subdued, continued for another hour and a half or so. My mom came to pick me up at about 12:30, and, once I’d texted to Cory again to let him know how things were, I turned off my phone and went to sleep listening to the soothing sound of the rain.
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Page 4...Best Friends
a story by Ibis3 (c)2011
I was woken up the next day by my sister, Rosalind. I wasn’t keen, even though it was nearly lunchtime, but Rosalind was just the advance party. If she failed, my mother wouldn’t be far behind, and she wouldn’t be happy. So I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower.
I was feeling more like myself by the time I came into the kitchen half an hour later. Ros had disappeared, and I heard the TV on in the family room where my mom was having a coffee. My dad was working nights that week and he was sleeping upstairs. I was scrounging for something to eat, my head and shoulders practically inside the refrigerator, when I heard my mother’s exclamation. “Oh God. Jeremy? Jeremy come here!” My mother rarely raises her voice when my dad’s sleeping.
I hurried into the room where she gestured me to come to her. She was watching the screen. The city’s 24 hour news channel. A news reporter standing in front of a building, then a shot from a helicopter of a field by the side of a road. A road and a field I recognised. It wasn’t raining anymore.
My mother’s hand was clutching my forearm. “Isn’t that Joanna Budd’s car? Was Tyler at the party last night?”
Sure enough, that was Buddy’s mother’s car. What was left of it. “Yes,” I said. “Is he okay?” The building. That was a hospital they’d been reporting from. He was recovering in hospital. I felt like my stomach was on a planet with twice the gravity and my face was on fire. Dread and denial were waging a battle in my mind. The newscasters were on to some other story, but the image of the car wouldn’t go away.
My mom pulled me close. She was clinging to me, really. “No,” she replied. “No, if that was Tyler in that car, he’s not okay. I’m sorry, h-honey.” Then she started to cry. I’d never heard her cry like that before. It was eerie. She gripped my shoulders as though she thought I might go back in time and get into the car with my friend if she wasn’t able to hang on.
Ros came into the family room first, asking what was wrong. She sounded scared. My father was right behind her, his annoyance visibly shifting to worry as he took in the sight of my mother’s grief. “What is it, Leslie? What’s happened? Jeremy?”
“I think I’m going to be sick,” I said and pulled away from my mom. I pushed my dad aside on the way out of the family room.
I don’t know how long it was before I heard a knock on the washroom door. “Jeremy?”
“Yeah, Dad.” He swung the door open and looked down at me. I was sitting on the floor against the wall opposite him. I’d thrown up but I hadn’t cried at all. No one I knew had ever died before. I couldn’t quite wrap my brain around the concept even. I still felt hot even though I’d splashed cold water on my face.
“I just wanted to see if you were okay. Your mother told me about Buddy. I’m really sorry.
“Yeah.”
“Do you want to talk about it?”
“No. Thanks.”
“Okay. We’re here if you need us, all right?”
I knew he was trying but I couldn’t give him anything. I was still numb. I nodded.
Silver Sun Comics
Why was the world’s longest song stuck in his head? Seriously?! Ethan had many many questions to ask the universe – like the best way to come out to his fam..."
*GLOMP HUGS* Elci... That was freaking awesome story... REALLY REALLY REALLY awesome story...
(I'm supposed to be asleep.. but have been hanging to read these all day..)