HOME
[hom] noun
a gathering place for FAMILY to join together in laughter. the one place you will always be surrounded by those who LOVE you. a place or feeling of BELONGING.
the frosts - the story of a family ripped apart. the story of two teenag...
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"Some memories never leave your bones. Like salt in the sea; they become part of you. - and you carry them." - April Green, Paper Wings
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Edmund was having quite a terrible day.
He leaned against the cold, tiled wall, his eyes scanning the pages of a worn paperback. The words danced around the page, his eyes glossy and unfocused as he tried to reread the same paragraph yet again. His head was pounding, begging him to give up.
"It's time you took a break, Your Majesty."
"You don't have to call me that," he replied, tiredly, "And I'm alright. Just a few more minutes."
"What are you doing, anyway?"
"Hopefully something life-changing."
"Well, Edmund, life-changing will have to wait until morning."
He snapped the book shut, not bothering to mark his page. His hands shook as he fumbled with his satchel, shoving the book inside in frustration. Beads of sweat formed on his forehead and he wiped them away with his sleeve, trying to ignore the stares and whispers directed at him.
He was the freak. The mysterious loner who only talked to his siblings. The apathetic loser who couldn't bring himself to smile around his so-called "friends."
They weren't his friends. Not really.
His mates only adopted him into their group because they felt sorry for him. No one wanted to get too close to him out of fear he would pick a fight.
They must have mistook him for Peter.
A group of girls sent giggles and flirtatious smiles his way. To them, mysterious meant attractive.
He ignored their advances.
"You know, I think I'm quite in the mood for cookies."
"Hmm?" He distractedly flipped through the pages of yet another book, hardly able to keep his eyes focused on the words.
"I was thinking we could make some tonight? I remember you asked me to teach you how to make them."
"Oh, tonight," he hardly glanced up from his book. The pile in front of him seemed daunting, but he was determined to get through them all. "No, tonight won't do."
"Oh, alright."
He squeezed his eyes shut, burying his face in his hands. He let out a sigh, trying to drown out the sounds of the train station all around him.
The noise had other plans.
Shouts arose from the bottom of the stairwell. Students that had been waiting for the train crowded around the stairs, standing on their toes and craning their necks to get a better view.
