Life could be worse, I suppose on Labyrinth Gardens

Paul Tarwater

January 02, 2007 8:28 PM

Life could be worse, I suppose by Paul Tarwater

Paul trudged out to the Labyrith Garden's with heavy feet. He didn't know why they felt so heavy, they looked exactly the same as normal. Paul should know, that was all he was looking at his entire walk from the school. Maybe Cissy hexed him in his sleep, which Paul knew to be impossible since even while there mother had blabbed how to get into Aladren (having gone there herself), Cissy used her awful mind to forget that. Which Paul was happy to say was the greatest thing he knew of.

Paul knew why he felt so heavy. He wasn't stupid, he was just in denial. He just didn't want to believe it had happened again. When Paul didn't want to carry himself anymore, he collapsed right where he stood. Paul was very tired, and the stress just made things worse for him. He blinked heavily, his icy blue eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep. He had been thinking a lot, too much. Paul was thinking in the time he should have been using to sleep in, for Merlin's sake.

But Paul barely noticed. Just knew his body felt weaker, and his eyes and limbs were heavy with exhaustion and stress. This had happened before. This was nothing new. And despite the fact that he knew his mother would be screaming at him for refusing to go to sleep, and putting too much thought into this situation since he had such a weak immune system, Paul still kept it up. Because his mother wasn't there to scream at him, and he knew that if he didn't put thought into their situation no one would. And the same thing would keep happening.

The situation: Paul's father had lost his job again. And while it wasn't exactly an amazing job to start out with, and it certainly didn't make the Tarwater's any richer than they already were (not), it was still the only job his father had. And the only way they got their minimum pay. And Paul believed they didn't even have a good enough reason to fire his father. Of course, his father and mother blamed themselves, and Cissy sure as hell didn't care in the least about their parents, but Paul blamed the stupid people who fired his father.

Who cared? Who really cared that his father was a werewolf? And who really cared that he didn't warn them in advance? Paul believed his father had a good reason to not tell them, besides it wasn't like that fact hurt anyone. His father didn't even work nights, and if they for some reason called him in on one of "those" nights, then Paul knew his mother would think of a perfectly reasonable excuse for her husband.

But no, those men fired him. And Paul had been thinking of as many ways as possible to see how his father could get a job. Or him, Paul could get a job. He only just turned thirteen and had problems with his immune system... but... he could still get a job, right? Paul could drop out of Sonora and find someone who'd hire him. And he could help support his family? Right?

Paul sighed and closed his tired eyes, rubbing his temples angrily. Life could be worse, he guessed. Paul didn't want to know how worse, for fear it would happen to his family one day, but he knew things could be worse. Let's see, at least he had a home, and good parents. At least his family wasn't completely in poverty. At least they were respectable purebloods. At least his father could find another job.

Or... Paul's eyes snapped open. His mother could find a good job. Paul knew his relatives on both sides, his whole family, was against the women of their family working. But... who cared? Paul's parents didn't talk to their family anymore. They cut ties. And Paul knew his mother was very smart (she was an Aladren for Merlin's sake) and that there was nothing "wrong" with her (not that he believed there was anything "wrong" with his father). Why didn't he think of that before?

For the first time in a week, Paul smiled. He would have to owl his parents with the idea. He knew they'd be against it at first, but he could get them on his side. This was good. This was very good for Paul. He leaned his head up against a tree and stared at the sky. The light hurt his eyes, but he didn't notice. "Yes! I did it!" he laughed.\n\n

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Hikaru Kasuragi

January 02, 2007 9:08 PM

You don't have a detention with McKindy then. by Hikaru Kasuragi

Hikaru was strolling through the gardens in peace this time (really!) he was carrying Aisu in his arms and saw a tall boy collapse on the ground. Some birds were chirping merrily in the background, he wasn't exactly in a merry mood this early but who cared!

He walked over quietly and slipped behind the tree. He listened to him say "Yes! I did it!" and wondered to himself 'Did what?'. Hikaru stuck his head slowly around the tree and finally walked out to face him.

He shook his hair out and asked him "Hi, I'm Hikaru Kasuragi? Whats your name?" this boy seemed interseting and it was a chance for him to make a new friend.\n\n

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