But Soft Through What Yonder Window Breaks By Liam R.C. Martin
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Sorry for the long opening, and yes it is my first time, be gentle ... with your comments.
She knew what she should do, what was the right thing to do, what was the thing he would do for her had the tables been turned and she was at the table, alone, wit thousands of eyes darting over and over to her, scanning her every inch, measuring each move, analyzing her soul from a dozen yards away. She knew he would sit right down and smile to her and chat on about the Russia and Georgia conflict, the election, and the sick sexist bastards controlling the media and perverting what the Olympics stand for. Then why the fuck was she standing there terrified to move from the doorway.
One step, the first step, make the step, make it. Move your foot, just a little just a tad, move it forward and set it down and then do it again, it really is that simple. Rachel Leigh lifted her foot, took in a deep breath and then made her decision, and set her foot down. She almost waltzed upon the floor as she moved toward him, strutting and gliding and drawing all the attention upon her.
The room silenced, not literally, there was chatter about, one of the nuns was chastising a girl about her skirt, jocks jumping about, but she knew they were watching her, and they knew she knew and no one carried about what was going on outside of the universe that consisted solely of the very center table in the cafeteria, the boy who sat there silently reading, and the girl who was making her way towards the two. The tension shattered, sneers broke out, eyes rolled, the entre student body assembled in that room would never forget the day Rachel Leigh walked right passed the Fag without a word.
And stop. So far, ugh, well, just do it. Get it over with and go sit down you know you should, you know you want to. Do it, do it, DO IT, ugh, what would he do, he would do it, why don't you? DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT. DO
"Michael, you know he'll never take you out unless you stop staring and ask him to. And with an abrupt about face Rachel Leigh triumphantly sloshed through the death eyes and glares back towards her soul mate, and with a single effortless tap from his foot the chair allowed her to sit and rest and enjoy her lunch with her closes friend, confidant, and the only man she would ever truly love with all her heart.
"That would be eight for Phelps, whose DUI no one appears to be able to remember, France is actually talking to us concerning Russia, and, you know just how much I hate gossip, but Michael Clay is most assuredly Tiffany Johnson's Baby daddy." Jamie Clark set War and Peace on the table and gazed upon Rachel with a slight crack of his ridiculous smiles, "Rae, love, what precisely are you eating?" And with that she knew, she just knew the sisters were smiling upon her.
"It's a Tofu burger and I do not want to her about it, my mother was up in arms about it this morning. In unrelated news, TJ's gone Goth."
"It's about damn time. To thy own self be true."
And he smiled. His lips parted and the world went away and Rachel Leigh and James Clark erupted into glee.
Pajama bottoms, briefs, boxers, boxers, pajama bottoms, boxer briefs, nude, pajama bottoms, boxers, bri... nude, briefs, pajama bottoms. "James Galahad Clark are you listening to me?"
"Yes, yes, respect the teachers, respect the administrators, respect the students, no matter how many erroneous facts they may attempt to shove into my head I must never correct them, I must never disregard them, and I must never, ever point out their ignorance in front of others in any sort of showy way." Boxers. "You wish for me to go through each and every day of the next two years of my education simply performing the tasks required, completing the assignments requested, and acting a ghost, silent and alone." Briefs and bottoms.
"Don't get smart with me, young man. If your father--"
"I would never get smart from you, and if you want at least one living thing left to talk to when you drink yourself-"
"I do not dri--"
"--drink yourself half to death because you know MY FATHER is shtuping Gloria, then I--"
"Your father is not shtuping--"
"--then I suggest you get home and take that pot, which princess keeps finding and getting into so you keep moving, and that you currently keep hidden under your bed, and that I recently laced with some of your sleeping pills, and throw it out. I would hate to miss some of this fine education you and father have so charitably and lovingly provided for Princess's funeral. Think of what a death in the family would do to my gra-."
"That is enough. You miserably little wretch, I have instructed the Madame Headmistress to be as liberal and creative with your punishments as she should find fit. If I have it my way you will never see the light of day again and you will rot in this hellhole. And no matter how hard you may try you will never get another word into your father's ear, he is mine and mine alone. Any last words James darling?"
"Knowing he married you for political reasons and doesn't truly love you is enough, actually." Cunt.
James had never considered masochism before but if every pain felt as good as his burning cheek then perhaps he would have to put some serious though into a lifestyle change.
"Students must show proper respect to their elders."
"Pardon me, Madame Superior, I demonstrate respect towards those whom demonstrate respect towards me and towards those whom have given me no reason to not respect them, and that women falls into neither of those categories."
"Indeed, well then perhaps you wish to explain to me why it is that we have a set of transcripts Mrs. Clark sent to us and why it is we also have a second set of transcripts that a Miss Gloria Newell sent to us and why the information differs."
"Miss Newell discovered that the Mrs. Clark whom you just met had not sent accurate information concerning my education and wanted to ensure that all went well with my furthering education."
"Mrs. Clark informed me such an event may occur, tell me why should I take your word, Mr. Clark, over hers?"
"I am hoping for a chance to take comprehension tests, so that the school may test my ability and place me where it sees fit and would not require to rely upon transcript reports."
"That is neither here nor there Mr. Clark."
"Madame?"
"I want my answer, why should I have your word over hers?"
"I must attend here, and learn. A lie would be most unwise."
"I see."
"In addition, her birth name is Lilith. While it is not a valid point it stands to be offered as evidence of her character."
"Indeed it does Mr. Clark, indeed it does. Shall we see about these placement tests then?"
"For what it's worthy Jamie I'm so ?"
"No. Rae, I'm here, you?re here. And life goes on."
"But Liam?"
"Liam made his decisions and we, as mortals, have not the power to alter the past."
"James."
"Rachel"
"I..."
"Get to class Ms. Leigh, Mr. Clark."
"Yes headmaster."
Rachel Leigh sat in English Language/English History staring at the board making every effort to cause the board to combust.
"How does it not bother you?"
"Because it doesn't, Rach."
"But How?"
"It just doesn't."
"But you can't read anything, his a's and o's and u's look all the same."
"Will you just drop it?"
"Mr. Bryans this is your last warning."
Rachel glanced to her right slowly mouth "Sorry, Will." Before continuing on with her notes and on her attempts to decipher Mr. Longwood's shorthand. "Cummos huve mony ases in English grummar. Ane sach ase is the seporutian uf lists. Soch os:"
"Just let it go."
"I can't?"
"Ms. Leigh, Mr. Bryans, do I really have to separate you?"
"You can't separate the hag and the fag."
"Ignore him."
"What's to ignore?"
"Mr. Clay please see me after class. Ah, good afternoon headmistress."
All eyes shot up, all pens froze, all backs went rigid, and all legs uncrossed.
"Good afternoon Madame Superior."
"Good afternoon, students; Mr. Longwood, is there a problem"
"NO, ugh, no Headmistress... Is there something I can do for you, Headmistress?"
"Mr. Clark will be attending your class from now on Mr. Longwood, Ms. Leigh will fill him in and show him about, I have arranged for his schedule to match hers, at least for now."
"Yes, Madame Superior."
"Ms. Leigh, I know you be on your best behavior for our new student."
"Of course, headmistress, anything for our school."
"Ms. Leigh I have found soap to be an excellent tool in the removal of sarcasm from off the tongues of students, unless you remove it yourself I will intervene."
"Yes, Headmistress."
"Introduce yourself Mr. Clark, and then carry on. God Bless."
"Mr. Clark, please, tell us a bit about yourself, where you were born, what your favorite novel is, and something about yourself no one else knows."
Rachel felt for the kid, he looked a little young to be in English Languish, new school no friends. She glanced over, "well? ...Will?"
"What?"
"What do you think?"
"He, well, he. He's interesting."
Rachel Leigh and William Bryans had bumped into one another in seventh grade spilling their supplies into a pile from which each hurriedly drew their journals and other items and darted away. Both found it strange that their hearts and ?I love Mick Clay's were in hands that were not their own.
"I know that look"
"Huh?"
Oh goodness. Will, give the boy time to sit down so he won't slip on your drool.
"...and I am currently focusing on political philosophers so currently I would probably say either the leviathan, The Republic, or Atlas Shrugged."
"Interesting, Thank you Mr. Clark, I hope to her more from you."
"I'm afraid my stepmother threatened me against doing so, I?m to remain silent and not make a peep."
"Well, Mr. Clark what she won't know won't hurt her."
"I'm afraid you?re very mistaken."
"I'm sorry."
"Nothing sir, may I take my seat?"
"Go ahead. Ah, Ms. Pandor please move a seat back, Mr. Clark please take the seat next to Ms. Leigh. Now class who can tell me when the comma came into common usage?"
Rachel watched James Clark move towards her and though she would never admit it to Will, she felt, something, something strange. Interesting indeed.
"Rachel, was it, I'm James."
"James, this is Will, he'll have most of our classes as well."
"A pleasure, Will."
"I wouldn't touch the fag if I were you James, he might be catching."
"Shut up, Clay."
"We shouldn't talk to the breeder, Rae, he might be contagious and lord only knows what that boys carrying other than ignorance." And with a wink to Will, James Clark began to take notes.
"Rach, did he just"
"What?"
"Oh nothing."