Post by Ace Resoland on Aug 27, 2006 10:25:31 GMT -5
The scene is the same as last time in the dark room. Ace looks up realising that there is a camera in the room with him, he begins to speak.
So back for more. Ok I will indulge your curiosity. Where was I before? Oh yes I had just been enrolled in a boarding school after my parents had found a few million down the back seat of there limo.
So off Christian Jordan Beck III went, to boarding school and all ties with Jack were severed down the middle with his mother being fired from my family’s employment due to the fact that as I was no longer there, there would be nothing for her to do. So not only did I lose my only friend but I also lost the only real parent figure I had ever had.
About 4 hours of driving down to Sunderland where St. Georges boarding school was situated. All the while my parents chirping in every five minutes about how I would love it there and how it was were my mother and father first met each other. Lucky them. When we finally arrived I was hurried through a large wooden door and up a flight of stairs, we then made a turn into a huge hall were all my class mates for the next four years, while this was happening my bags or should I say bag was being brought up the staircase, it was then placed next to me as I looked out into the ocean of pristine haircuts and dark crimson blazers, which contrasted greatly from my scruffy haircut and my refusal to wear a blazer and tuck my shirt in.
A few months later the atmosphere in that place was still the same, that being me on the outside looking in. That was until one day after a particularly gruelling afternoon of maths, which I would normally leave early and go and take some of my ‘anger pills’ and play on the Super Nintendo that I kept upstairs under my bed where nobody knew about with a slight high, but today was so much more different, other than the fact that I decided to stay in lesson instead of my usual escape of saying I really needed to use the toilet, no today was different because this was the first time anybody had every acknowledged me in this hellish asylum and my god was it acknowledgement. All through out the lesson I had noticed her, a girl sat just to my left and a row forward, every time Mr Morris would turn around she would turn and look at me. In the last few moments of the lesson as Mr Morris turned to write down yet another assignment that I wouldn’t do, she turned and mouthed silently to meet her outside after the lesson. I obliged and as people filtered out of the class and as I adjusted the strap she walked silently but swiftly over towards. This was the first time I had seen her properly she was very good looking with black mid length hair down to her shoulders, she wore a plaid skirt which was school uniform but it was up to her thigh instead of the school regulation of down past their knees. I looked at her in awe not knowing what to say. I opened my mouth to say something I hadn’t figured out yet, but she put a single finger against my lip to signal not to talk she then grabbed me by the arm and led me quickly to the girls toilets on the third floor. She dragged me in and then into a cubicle near the end. She then reached into her top pulling out a bag filled with white powder. My first thought was why do we need sugar then it dawned on me that this was a different powder. She spread some across the sparkling clean toilet seat and took out a black credit card, which she used to divide the powder up into small piles. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a biro with the actual pen part removed so it was just the casing and used it to snort one of the larger lines, she then looked in my direction and handed me the biro casing and stared intently at me. She could tell I was apprehensive as I stared at the powder for a short while, many thoughts were running through my mind at that one moment, but one managed to prevail through the rest and that was the thought of ‘you only live once’. I looked down and placed the casing next to my nose and snorted up an entire line. It hit me like a blast my nostrils burned and my brain flashed as if an indication of how this was wrong but I didn’t care I liked it. I looked up and all that I could muster saying was ‘wow’ a few minutes latter it really kicked in and I started seeing swirls I could still make out the girl clearly and she was looking at me with a smile on her face as I sat on the floor of that bathroom with swirls of colour clouding my vision but I still saw her. I motioned her forward as she came and sat on my lap and we locked together as her skit slid up and you should be able to use your imagination for the rest.
A few weeks past following the same ritual with Rebecca (I found this out after the high had worn off). Until one day she just left the school. I a feeling that it was something to do with what we were doing every other day. I found this out totally out of the blue one day when I arrived at maths and she was nowhere to be seen. I left the lesson a few minutes after it began, complaining of a searing migraine, which Mr Morris in fear of losing his job if I told either of my ‘parents’ let me leave. I strolled up to her room, which I found empty. I then bumped into one of the girls who roomed with her in the mini dormitory who tried to ignore me, when I inquired about what had happened she turned snarling at me with a reply of “I think you know”. I was shocked and was shunned even more by my piers who blamed me the unpopular one, for making her leave. The rest of the year I had no interaction with the other members of the school who just flat out refused to even acknowledge my existence but that suit me fine because even though I had lost my partner in crime, I had found my own means of acquiring powder now and having an unlimited amount of cash sure helps.
The end of my second year was coming to an end and I was in the toilets as I usually was during lesson time, when I voice blasted across the speaker system that was set up to call students into the heads office. “Would Christian Beck please come to the office now please”, there was a sober tone to the voice but I thought nothing of it, I thought they were just finally going to take action against my apatheticness towards learning. So I slowly dragged myself up from my self caused stupor and made my way over towards the block on the opposite side of the school area. When I got there, I was sent straight into the headmasters office. I walked in and stood there in front of the headmaster slouching with bags under my eyes, shirt untucked and trousers ripped.
The first words that came out of my mouth was “What do you want”,
she replied with “you might want to sit down”.
“I’m fine were I am.”
“Ok, I’ve never had to do something like this before.”
“Just spit it out.”
“Your Parents are dead… There yacht sank just off the coast of Scotland. I’m so sorry.”
I just stood there, until after a few seconds I started to smirk when I realized what had happened. I then burst out laugh and left through the door. Packed up my clothes and walked straight out the front door of the asylum. I was free.
So back for more. Ok I will indulge your curiosity. Where was I before? Oh yes I had just been enrolled in a boarding school after my parents had found a few million down the back seat of there limo.
So off Christian Jordan Beck III went, to boarding school and all ties with Jack were severed down the middle with his mother being fired from my family’s employment due to the fact that as I was no longer there, there would be nothing for her to do. So not only did I lose my only friend but I also lost the only real parent figure I had ever had.
About 4 hours of driving down to Sunderland where St. Georges boarding school was situated. All the while my parents chirping in every five minutes about how I would love it there and how it was were my mother and father first met each other. Lucky them. When we finally arrived I was hurried through a large wooden door and up a flight of stairs, we then made a turn into a huge hall were all my class mates for the next four years, while this was happening my bags or should I say bag was being brought up the staircase, it was then placed next to me as I looked out into the ocean of pristine haircuts and dark crimson blazers, which contrasted greatly from my scruffy haircut and my refusal to wear a blazer and tuck my shirt in.
A few months later the atmosphere in that place was still the same, that being me on the outside looking in. That was until one day after a particularly gruelling afternoon of maths, which I would normally leave early and go and take some of my ‘anger pills’ and play on the Super Nintendo that I kept upstairs under my bed where nobody knew about with a slight high, but today was so much more different, other than the fact that I decided to stay in lesson instead of my usual escape of saying I really needed to use the toilet, no today was different because this was the first time anybody had every acknowledged me in this hellish asylum and my god was it acknowledgement. All through out the lesson I had noticed her, a girl sat just to my left and a row forward, every time Mr Morris would turn around she would turn and look at me. In the last few moments of the lesson as Mr Morris turned to write down yet another assignment that I wouldn’t do, she turned and mouthed silently to meet her outside after the lesson. I obliged and as people filtered out of the class and as I adjusted the strap she walked silently but swiftly over towards. This was the first time I had seen her properly she was very good looking with black mid length hair down to her shoulders, she wore a plaid skirt which was school uniform but it was up to her thigh instead of the school regulation of down past their knees. I looked at her in awe not knowing what to say. I opened my mouth to say something I hadn’t figured out yet, but she put a single finger against my lip to signal not to talk she then grabbed me by the arm and led me quickly to the girls toilets on the third floor. She dragged me in and then into a cubicle near the end. She then reached into her top pulling out a bag filled with white powder. My first thought was why do we need sugar then it dawned on me that this was a different powder. She spread some across the sparkling clean toilet seat and took out a black credit card, which she used to divide the powder up into small piles. She then reached into her bag and pulled out a biro with the actual pen part removed so it was just the casing and used it to snort one of the larger lines, she then looked in my direction and handed me the biro casing and stared intently at me. She could tell I was apprehensive as I stared at the powder for a short while, many thoughts were running through my mind at that one moment, but one managed to prevail through the rest and that was the thought of ‘you only live once’. I looked down and placed the casing next to my nose and snorted up an entire line. It hit me like a blast my nostrils burned and my brain flashed as if an indication of how this was wrong but I didn’t care I liked it. I looked up and all that I could muster saying was ‘wow’ a few minutes latter it really kicked in and I started seeing swirls I could still make out the girl clearly and she was looking at me with a smile on her face as I sat on the floor of that bathroom with swirls of colour clouding my vision but I still saw her. I motioned her forward as she came and sat on my lap and we locked together as her skit slid up and you should be able to use your imagination for the rest.
A few weeks past following the same ritual with Rebecca (I found this out after the high had worn off). Until one day she just left the school. I a feeling that it was something to do with what we were doing every other day. I found this out totally out of the blue one day when I arrived at maths and she was nowhere to be seen. I left the lesson a few minutes after it began, complaining of a searing migraine, which Mr Morris in fear of losing his job if I told either of my ‘parents’ let me leave. I strolled up to her room, which I found empty. I then bumped into one of the girls who roomed with her in the mini dormitory who tried to ignore me, when I inquired about what had happened she turned snarling at me with a reply of “I think you know”. I was shocked and was shunned even more by my piers who blamed me the unpopular one, for making her leave. The rest of the year I had no interaction with the other members of the school who just flat out refused to even acknowledge my existence but that suit me fine because even though I had lost my partner in crime, I had found my own means of acquiring powder now and having an unlimited amount of cash sure helps.
The end of my second year was coming to an end and I was in the toilets as I usually was during lesson time, when I voice blasted across the speaker system that was set up to call students into the heads office. “Would Christian Beck please come to the office now please”, there was a sober tone to the voice but I thought nothing of it, I thought they were just finally going to take action against my apatheticness towards learning. So I slowly dragged myself up from my self caused stupor and made my way over towards the block on the opposite side of the school area. When I got there, I was sent straight into the headmasters office. I walked in and stood there in front of the headmaster slouching with bags under my eyes, shirt untucked and trousers ripped.
The first words that came out of my mouth was “What do you want”,
she replied with “you might want to sit down”.
“I’m fine were I am.”
“Ok, I’ve never had to do something like this before.”
“Just spit it out.”
“Your Parents are dead… There yacht sank just off the coast of Scotland. I’m so sorry.”
I just stood there, until after a few seconds I started to smirk when I realized what had happened. I then burst out laugh and left through the door. Packed up my clothes and walked straight out the front door of the asylum. I was free.
