Okay, I changed Wesley from being homosexual to being pansexual. Just so you guys know.
Also, this chapter's from Zoë's point of view.
We had a substitute teacher. They’re the only ones who ever bother with the roll call. The other teachers do it for the first three days of school and then just give up on it.
The substitute was one of those grumpy old ladies with the white hair and thin glasses that she wore on the end of her nose. She introduced herself as Ms. Norman. She pronounced it Mizzzzzz, drawing out the Z so she sounded like a bumble bee.
She took out the roll call and began:
“Alfred Clayton!”
“Here!”
“Travis Desmarais!”
“Here,” Travis said in a bored tone.
“Zoë Fielder!”
“Here!” I called.
“Winston Giles!”
“Here.”
“Ash Intili.”
Nobody said “here.”
Ms. Norman looked up from the paper. “Ash Intili,” she repeated.
Again, no answer.
“Okay,” Ms. Norman said, marking something on the paper.
Suddenly Ash burst into the room. He was panting, and his face was flushed like he had been running. His eyes were red, and his dark blond hair looked windblown and messy.
Somehow he was still cute.
Ash sat down at his seat and ran his fingers through his hair.
“That’s Ash,” someone said.
“You’re Ash?” Ms. Norman asked.
Ash nodded, his cheeks still red under the freckles.
“You have a tardy slip?” said Ms. Norman.
“No,” Ash said breathlessly.
“No what?”
“Um…no, I don’t have it.”
“You mean no ma’am?”
“Uh…yeah. Okay.”
Ms. Norman glowered at him. “Why are you late?”
“I missed the bus.”
“So you walked?”
“I ran.”
“Ash, you could have called me. You know I car ride,” I said.
Ash shook his head. “It was fine.”
“Alright, go get your tardy slip,” Ms. Norman said.
Ash nodded and got up. He went out the door.
I remembered that his eyes had been red and puffy. Like maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.
Or maybe he had been crying.
My hand shot into the air.
“Yes, Suzie?” Ms. Norman asked.
“Zoë,” I corrected.
“What is it, Miss Fielder?”
“Can I use the bathroom?”
“Can you wait?”
“No. I really need to pee. In fact, if I don’t pee right now, I might wet—”
Ms. Norman held up her hand, a pained expression on her face. “Spare me the details. You may use the bathroom.”
I jumped to my feet and hurried out the door.
Ash was leaning against the wall. He was hugging himself tightly, his eyes closed. Tears seeped out from between his eyelids.
I touched his arm. He jumped. When he saw me, he wiped the tears away and forced a smile.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Do you need to go to the nurse?”
“No.”
“Do you want to go to the office? We could call your parents. Maybe your mom could come pick you up or something.”
Ash started crying again. I reached up around his neck and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, tears running down his face.
If he hadn’t been crying, I would have been in paradise. I’d never been hugged by a boy before, except my brother and Quin, which doesn’t really feel the same. I mean, neither of them would date me.
Unfortunately, he was crying, so instead of being in paradise, I was just worried about him.
“Seriously, Ash, what’s wrong?” I asked.
He shook his head and pulled away, sobbing hard.
“Ash, stop crying. You’re going to make yourself throw up,” I said.
He wiped his eyes. “I already did.”
“You threw up?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then we to get you to the office and call your parents.”
“No! No, I don’t want to go home, Zoë.”
“Ash, you need—”
“No!”
His eyes looked panicked. He was hyperventilating a little.
“I can’t go back home, Zo. Please? I don’t want to, please?”
I shouldn’t have looked into those eyes. If I hadn’t seen the tears pooling in them, I might have been able to send him back home, like someone who’s crying and throwing up should.
But he just looked so sad. I couldn’t stand it.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s go get your tardy slip.”
Also, this chapter's from Zoë's point of view.
We had a substitute teacher. They’re the only ones who ever bother with the roll call. The other teachers do it for the first three days of school and then just give up on it.
The substitute was one of those grumpy old ladies with the white hair and thin glasses that she wore on the end of her nose. She introduced herself as Ms. Norman. She pronounced it Mizzzzzz, drawing out the Z so she sounded like a bumble bee.
She took out the roll call and began:
“Alfred Clayton!”
“Here!”
“Travis Desmarais!”
“Here,” Travis said in a bored tone.
“Zoë Fielder!”
“Here!” I called.
“Winston Giles!”
“Here.”
“Ash Intili.”
Nobody said “here.”
Ms. Norman looked up from the paper. “Ash Intili,” she repeated.
Again, no answer.
“Okay,” Ms. Norman said, marking something on the paper.
Suddenly Ash burst into the room. He was panting, and his face was flushed like he had been running. His eyes were red, and his dark blond hair looked windblown and messy.
Somehow he was still cute.
Ash sat down at his seat and ran his fingers through his hair.
“That’s Ash,” someone said.
“You’re Ash?” Ms. Norman asked.
Ash nodded, his cheeks still red under the freckles.
“You have a tardy slip?” said Ms. Norman.
“No,” Ash said breathlessly.
“No what?”
“Um…no, I don’t have it.”
“You mean no ma’am?”
“Uh…yeah. Okay.”
Ms. Norman glowered at him. “Why are you late?”
“I missed the bus.”
“So you walked?”
“I ran.”
“Ash, you could have called me. You know I car ride,” I said.
Ash shook his head. “It was fine.”
“Alright, go get your tardy slip,” Ms. Norman said.
Ash nodded and got up. He went out the door.
I remembered that his eyes had been red and puffy. Like maybe he hadn’t gotten enough sleep.
Or maybe he had been crying.
My hand shot into the air.
“Yes, Suzie?” Ms. Norman asked.
“Zoë,” I corrected.
“What is it, Miss Fielder?”
“Can I use the bathroom?”
“Can you wait?”
“No. I really need to pee. In fact, if I don’t pee right now, I might wet—”
Ms. Norman held up her hand, a pained expression on her face. “Spare me the details. You may use the bathroom.”
I jumped to my feet and hurried out the door.
Ash was leaning against the wall. He was hugging himself tightly, his eyes closed. Tears seeped out from between his eyelids.
I touched his arm. He jumped. When he saw me, he wiped the tears away and forced a smile.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“Nothing.”
“Do you need to go to the nurse?”
“No.”
“Do you want to go to the office? We could call your parents. Maybe your mom could come pick you up or something.”
Ash started crying again. I reached up around his neck and hugged him. He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me close, tears running down his face.
If he hadn’t been crying, I would have been in paradise. I’d never been hugged by a boy before, except my brother and Quin, which doesn’t really feel the same. I mean, neither of them would date me.
Unfortunately, he was crying, so instead of being in paradise, I was just worried about him.
“Seriously, Ash, what’s wrong?” I asked.
He shook his head and pulled away, sobbing hard.
“Ash, stop crying. You’re going to make yourself throw up,” I said.
He wiped his eyes. “I already did.”
“You threw up?”
“Yeah.”
“Okay, then we to get you to the office and call your parents.”
“No! No, I don’t want to go home, Zoë.”
“Ash, you need—”
“No!”
His eyes looked panicked. He was hyperventilating a little.
“I can’t go back home, Zo. Please? I don’t want to, please?”
I shouldn’t have looked into those eyes. If I hadn’t seen the tears pooling in them, I might have been able to send him back home, like someone who’s crying and throwing up should.
But he just looked so sad. I couldn’t stand it.
“Okay,” I said. “Let’s go get your tardy slip.”
I've been written
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
The painful truth,
Just two days ago,
When I was...betrayed.
He walked away from me
He threw me down in the sand
Like I was some little doll
Of little importance.
It was a scary thought
To think,
Of all those years...
When he took me in
Now he threw me down and that's that
I'm not a paper doll
So I will not be thrown down again
Cuz I am not a puppet
No one will control me with strings
I am invincible
I am an individual
No one shall make me suffer
Though I must cry sometimes....
Don't swing me by my head
Don't make me lose my mind
I don't want to destroy you
But I will, if you destroy me.
No matter how much you wish for more it happens like the hour glass time runs out and you'll lung for more.
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
With that time your ideas that others may know them as sweet they run out and leave people wanting more.
We song writers, novelists, story writers and poets will all leave our adience want so much more. The reason? It's because of our massive creatively, our unique style and tenchquie it's what drives us to a certain point as of where we'll keep our audience entertained. While inventors may lose their touch after contrast copies from the same old ideas being modefiyed we have our minds being put to the test by our viewers. After all they matter most their who we write for right?
(Verse 1)
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I am in love with the guy whois sweet
till we meet It isn't possible
(Verse 1)
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Verse 2)
We haven't met yet
Still single hearted
thinkin' 'bout each other
Everyday
(Verse 2)
(Bridge)
Now & then everyday we need to meet each other goin' separate paths and ways to meet each other and go undercover
(Pre-Chorus)
We are going separate paths and ways sometime we need to meet in the middle and go undercover Now,
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go under cover for each other We need to meet before we go undercover for each other
(Chorus)
We need to meet before we go undercover
I walk into
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.
The Fields of Sorrow
Once again.
Why do I walk there
Almost everyday?
I stroll along the grasses
Thinking
Bearing a horrible pain.
I think of the world around me
And how much they have inspired me.
I start to cry once again.
All my teachers
All my friends,
They have always stood by me,
When things went wrong.
I want a chance to repay them,
To show them that...
Their work was useful.
To show them that
I am truly thankful.
Why do I have to leave them then
Now?
No, now's not a good time.
But I know it was not intended
That I leave them now.
I want to show all those people
That they have been
The change of my life,
That they have made my life so much
Better,
That they were the flames
In the darkness.