Requiem [COMPLETED]

Having Fun is Always a Sin-or at Least Punishable

While Sigrid's not looking I'm just gonna add a little chapter here. She's forgetting 2/3 of my childhood crew. I still don't know what her beef is with Charlie...

Though Sigrid was jealous of Chuck, Chuck was jealous of two other boys in my class: John Baumgardener and Seamus Gallagher. They'd also been friends with me before we'd left for a few years, and also had re-established friendship with me after our return. They were well liked by classmates; Seamus was a complete joker, though he could take it too far at times, and Chuck especially disliked him.

You guessed it: he was the target at times, and being sensitive from nastier treatment at home, couldn't take a joke. Whereas half the time I never got the joke to begin with. Though growing up I was undiagnosed, so a lot of people just thought I was stupid, or an asshole, or both. At least Charlie and I had that in common: people thought we didn't have a sense of humor at times, abet for different reasons.

It didn't take me long to figure out Chuck was jealous. He rarely talked to me when John and Seamus were; they had no problem with him but shrugged at his antipathy. About a month after returning, Chuck was ignoring us routinely whenever I was around them; Chuck would commandeer me for recess, and they knew I was 'off limits' then. During the day however the three of us whisper-talked during class a lot. It was generally something I already understood so I didn't see the point in paying attention.

At the moment, I was distracted; two weeks at home 'recovering' from the fall couldn't be called therapeutic. More on that later (much later) or Siggie will skin me alive. Anyhow, John noticed my distraction—thinking about bad things I could never not think about—and asked how things were. I said they were fine.

Narrator: Things were not fine.

"You mind your own business!" I hissed at 'the narrator.'

Narrator: The story is my business.

Fucking Sigrid not sticking to her own rules. I knew she'd edit my sections.

Narrator: Well I knew you wouldn't wait until the first part of the book was written.

I shrugged. "Fair enough," I grumbled, still resentful.

"Who are you talking to?" John queried, looking around. I just rolled his shoulders, frowning.

"Quiet back there," the teacher called.

"Maybe we should cool it for a bit," John whispered nervously. He was the goody-two-shoes of us, if any of us could be called that. He was the least mischievous, at least.

"Oh, come ooon, Johnjamen. Who's teacher's little pet? You are, yes you are, good boy," Seamus said, imitating how his mom spoke to dogs.

"Don't go there, Seamustus."

I blinked at them and they turned their grins to me.

Seamus smirked. "Well, whaddya think? Is he more of a..."

"A Svenjamen?"

"Nah, we used that already for you. How about a Svenry? Maybe a Svengory?"

"Svenbert," John said confidently, and they broke out in giggles.

"What the fuck," I replied, eyeing them suspiciously.

The teacher stalked back to us, clearly annoyed. "Boys, we're passing up yesterday's homework. Did you do your work?"

"Did you grade my test?" I asked indignantly.