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Woods of Daft part 3C
You two didnt go to school together at all? Tab asked, brows raised.
No, Ive gone to St. Marys since well always, Charlotte explained, Erik started out at Floyd and Finnians, the boys counterpart to my school. But Mother transferred him to another school, I dont know which, and then he came here. And then I came here, I guess because Mother decided we should be together again, Charlotte shrugged, the whole matter of their schooling seeming suddenly very mysterious to her.
Interesting, Tab nodded, intrigued, but a topic for another day! he exclaimed suddenly as the bell rang. They fell silent as they concentrated on escaping the cafeteria with the rest of the mob of students, but once on the stairs the crowd thinned out and Tab turned to Charlotte again. So, besides the nun, have there been any other times when- he stopped, glancing forward to watch his step and spotting Erik
Green Fever - Revised
Gunshots brought Mark from his hiding place in the trees to the mouth of the barn. Usually a sound like that was a bad thing to follow, and every instinct would normally lead him away from the shots. Except now the sound meant that someone was alive inside that barn; at least thats what Mark hoped. It wouldnt have been the first time that month hed seen people shoot themselves just to escape.
But the whinny of a panicked horse brought to light another reason for the shots. The barn must have gone green. Tying a rag around his mouth and nose, Mark pushed the large door open, then leapt out of the way of a stallion as it galloped past. It hardly made it two steps beyond the exit when a shot rang out and it fell to the earth with a horrid cry. The dirt beneath it began to darken as blood poured from a wound deep in the horses flank.
Another shot brought Marks attention back into the barn, and he saw that the person causing the sound was a young woman. She was
Woods of Daft part 3B
Thank you, Mr. Langly, Charlotte repeated, moving off to her seat and sitting down. She had a notebook for the class, but she knew shed need a text book too; which Mr. Langly checked out to her for the year after he introduced her to the rest of the class, collected last weeks homework, put notes for the days lesson on the board and assigned a new chapter for this weeks homework. Mr. Langly was as strict as he looked, though he did smile a lot. Talking of any kind was not allowed in his class, homework was to be ready to hand in without delay, and a complete copy of the days notes was to be recorded by every student. Mr. Langly often liked to check that his standards were being met with random pop quizzes and note and text book inspections.
The same was true with science class with Professor Speilmon, an even stricter elderly gentleman that was prone to giving long winded lectures, complicated notes, and ignoring students with their hands raised for a ques
I used to live in a beautiful place. Near the top, a few neighbors above me, only one to my left, the other place empty. The guys below me could be pretty noisy sometimes, mostly on weekends would they play loud music and run around a bunch. There were others, they have their own courtyard, I could see it from my room; they shuffle around all night doing something like Tai Chi, woke me up sometimes.
This place buzzed a bit, but it was mostly calm, looking over a quaint park and a little store. The stores run by a nice little group of ladies, they made things with some pretty fabrics. Everything seemed to be within walking distance; the school, the grocery store, a few more shops, and a little post office. I could hear the trolley from my place too, just a few short blocks over; and it took me places that are harder to get to on foot.
I loved the park, its a beautiful place, though sometimes bums crept around it at night and pick through the trashcans in the day. They can be
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