Every time Marion passed by that particular hallway, the very hallway where he encountered the infamous Gilbert Cocteau, he would inevitably recall the embarrassing encounter. The experience was still so vivid and clear in his mind that he would grit his teeth and clutch anything he had in hand every time he passed by.

Gilbert hasn't won yet, he ( Read more... )

Another letter, another dosage of the same lines. That's what he thought as he ripped the letter that had recently arrived, just like he had done so many times before. Another trip with her new husband, another query on whether he'd like to join them... Really, he was staring to wonder if she thought he was some sort of idiot. With a frustrated ( Read more... )

Wearing his spiffy new uniform and carrying his jacket over his shoulder, Marion promenaded the hallways with a huge grin on his face. He didn't know why, but he felt like those stares seemed kind of... off for an All Boy's School. Well, whatever. It didn't seem like they would be shoving his face on any toilets soon, so he felt safe ( Read more... )