Life before
"Life is about to change. Sometimes it's painful. Sometimes it's beautiful. But most of the time, it's both" - Lana Lang
"The first time I met Neil was when I was like 7 or 8. My dad had been invited to a dinner party at the Perrys' house and I was so upset about having to go to a stupid dinner party with people I didn't know." She laughed as she recalled the story to Mr. Keating.
He listened intently to all the details as he slowly drove them back to the school.
"My stepmom let it slip that there was going to be a little boy there for me to play with. Then I was so excited I wanted to get there right away. When I finally got there my parents were greeting our hosts but I was fidgeting looking for my promised new friend. 'Oh, hello there little boy, and what's your name?' Neil's mom had asked. 'I'm G-Tomas, where's my new friend?' She chuckled at my excitement, and said, 'Neil come over here there's a little boy here to play with you!' She didn't get a response to that, she huffed. 'He must be outside in that darned tree.' I had smiled so big, I loved to play outside. 'I'll go get him!' My stepmom had almost disagreed, but my father stepped in, 'Let the boy have his fun!' Neil's mom hesitantly agreed, 'Just go out that door sweety, and you should see him.' 'Thanks!' I yelled back at her." She paused, "I don't remember going outside or even the dinner, but I remember my father getting drunk and Neils father getting drunk, our mothers told us to run along, so we had. I remember that we got to the tree house. I remember me crying because of my dad forcing me to be a boy though I knew I was a girl. I remember Neil comforting me, but what I most remember was the promise he made to me that day." She stopped. Her tears started to get too much again.
"You know what he promised? He promised he'd protect me from my dad, that we would run away together one day, and we would go to a place where we would be safe to be ourselves." She let out a crude laugh.
"Strong words for 8-year-olds." Mr. Keating said. She laughed.
"Not for Neil, he always sounded too old for his age. Too wise, people say wisdom comes with age, so I always joked about him dying young. I never knew it would happen." She started to sob again. The man focused on the road. Trying to get them back to the school safely.
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Charlie looked at the mirror thinking about what had happened since Neil died. It was like the world had gone crazy. Todd didn't smile anymore, Grace was unstable, Mr. Keating seemed to be acting in class, and the administration was doing invasive searching to find anything to make it look like it wasn't Mr. Perry's fault.
Mr. Perry
Charlie's face soured in disgust. He hated him, he wanted to hit him, he wanted to hurt him, he wanted him to feel the pain Neil had.
Charlie's thoughts we interrupted by the door creaking open. He halted in his position in front of the mirror. Listening closely as the door creaked shut, and a dim light attempted to light the room.
The kid walked to the urinal and started to take a leak. Charlie sighed, relieved it wasn't some teacher looking for more false evidence to put against students for Neil. The big bright full moon shone in the mirror again. He looked at it then at himself.
How did we even function before Neil?
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