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Neil and Ian -Jamie and Alice Sequel- Ch. 5BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP...
When most high school students hear an alarm from their clock or cell phone, they would take one of two paths. They would rise from their slumber like the dead and prepare as slowly as humanly possible. Hygiene, sustenance, attire...and finally transportation: by bus, by car, or on foot.
Or they would press the snooze button repeatedly before stumbling out of bed and sprinting through the aforementioned process, forgetting the occasional book or article of clothing.
Neil's morning was slightly different. He would wake up at four each morning, get ready, drive to the Harrington manor, get Flora ready, and then go to school.
"Neil, I'll need you to cancel the meeting I have after school tomorrow," said the eighteen-year-old as she walked down the hall in a white robe. She was trailed behind by Neil, whose indifferent gaze frightened even the most emotionally-numbed servants.
"Yes, Lady Flora," said the sixteen-year-old. He
Neil and Ian -Jamie and Alice Sequel- Ch. 4"Neil, Neil, look! I got an A on my drawing! I never got one in Art before!" Ian said excitedly one day. He shoved his prized work in front of his computer screen. It was reminiscent to van Gogh's Starry Night with its dark colors and swirly texture. It momentarily covered the camera and blocked Neil's vision.
"You're the best teacher ever! The best!" Ian showered his friend with praise. Luckily the paper was still between the boys so Ian didn't catch Neil's reddened cheeks and sheepish smile. Ian would have most likely dismissed the reaction as an aspect of Neil's timidity; however, Neil himself knew another reason was involved. He knew, and the thought of Ian finding out terrified him. If the children at his school acted peculiarly around him because of his parents, he would rather die than let them discover his crush on another male.
Neil sighed. Now what? Hanging out with Ian became his first priority, so the remainder of the day seemed to drag on. During class, the c
Neil and Ian -Jamie and Alice Sequel- Ch. 3James didn't want to do it. He could think of several reasons not to. But he knew he had to.
"Dad, where are we ?" Ian asked as he rubbed his eyes. He was still a bit drowsy from the eight-hour flight. He didn't have a chance to have a say about it since he woke up on the plane. James looked at his son gloomily.
"We're here " James closed his eyes and inhaled deeply, "to visit Grandmother Abby."
"Oh," Ian hit the tiled ground with the tip of his shoe a few times. " How come Alex couldn't come?"
"Because your grandmother doesn't like him."
" It's a long story " the back of James' hand faced the door as he knocked on it. Ian wasn't sure why they were there when his father seemed reluctant to be. He waited for his grandmother to answer the door; instead, a man in uniform did it for her.
"Oh, Master James. How nice of you to visit today."
The servant was sticking his nose up at the visitors, despite his words. He glanced at Ian for a split second befo
EasterRemember what you love,
you with sand in your teeth
and the feral burn of hunger
in your eyes.
God sends his regrets.
He made you grasping and slow,
in a late hour
when the wine washed low.
Remember what you love.
Fall to your knees in the toss
and the swell, quell
the appetite of the cold black sea.
Beg blessings for your home
and the salt-sick trees.
Reach what lies near:
the fat-faced child, the sweet-soft lamb;
tether the tantrum, trickle the blood.
Offer psalms to what is holy,
whisper the name of what you love
as it bobs in the bleak mad sea.
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