Is This Considered A Cliche?

Chapter Nineteen | Everybody Was Kung Fu Fighting At The Most Inopportune Time

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events or locales or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2014 by M-A-COYNE

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Chapter Nineteen

E V E R Y B O D Y W A S K U N G F U F I G H T I N G A T T H E M O S T I N O P P O R T U N E T I M E

Part One

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"Why do we have to move in with them?" I asked my mother for the hundredth time that morning.

My mother sighed as she grabbed her coffee mug and sat down next to me at the table. "Jackie, Andre and I really think it would be best to move in together as quickly as possible. If we're going to be a family, we need a bigger house and the sooner we start looking the better." I continued to frown and my mother grabbed my hand gently. "Jackie, I'm thirty-five years old, I want to start the next phase of my life. I want to marry the man I love. I want to have a house with a garden and a picket fence. I want our children to play in the yard with our dog. I want a family."

"But...can't we just get the dog and forget about the DuBois? I can run around with the canine if you want. I might trip during the process, but that's okay."

"He makes me happy." Damn, she pulled that card.

"Yeah, well....Clement makes me sad." Fight fire with fire.

My mother rolled her eyes. "He does not. I saw the way you two interacted, you're like sibling already. Well, except for that whole kissing thing." We both shuddered.

I sighed and admitted defeat. "Fine. But no picket fence, that's way to cliché. Oh, and no bunk beds; I demand my own room."

"Of course," my mother smiled happily.

Drizzle fell from the sky, causing an already gloomy atmosphere to become even more dismal.

"-a person is, among all else, a material thing, easily torn, not easily mended." Miss. Hollingsworth set down her copy of Atonement and looked at her class with skeptical eyes. "Now, who wants to tell me what they think of that particular passage?" Of course no one raised their hand and she sighed. "Why don't you take a whack at it Madison?"

The blonde sighed and shrugged. "Well, the book had just described a severed leg wedged in the fork of a tree, so I take it that it means that people can break as easily as glass, and just like glass they are easily fixed."

"Is that all?" Miss. Hollingsworth asked and Madison just shrugged. "What about you Sofia, what do you think of this passage?"

"I think it has many meanings," Sofia said with an air of confidence. "I think Madison's take on it is true and at the time Briony was focusing more so on the physical attributes of people. But I believe, self-consciously, she was also referring to the emotions and relationships of people. She was no longer in contact with her sister Cecilia, who she used to be close to. The relationship was easily broken due to her breaking Cecilia and Robbie up and she knows that Cecilia will most likely never forgive her. The phrase can also be a reference to Robbie's reputation, which Briony easily tarnished, and he will most likely never be able to mend it. Briony can also be referring to the war and it's affect on everyone, even when it is finally over."