Segment #1
Title: Segment #1
Genre: Ficiton
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: Just a small portion of a larger story I'm writing. I know this isnt a full story but a scene, however I hope it will work as I continue to work on the overall arching story.
“Xenophilla,” Shawn looked at his book perplexed. Leaning over he nudged his brother Nathan, “what the heck are they teaching us here? It’s like they think we’re geniuses or something…”
“Well you are Shawn, at least according to the IQ test. Although no one ever could manage to understand where your common sense went,” he whispered back.
“Hey now stop that bro. You scored just as high…”
“Excuse me…” the teacher cut in, “you two are being vocal. Anything you want to share with the class?” His belly gave a slight jiggle as he moved forward towards the teenagers.
The two ducked their heads. It seemed they were always caught. Almost like the teacher had some sort of radar that honed in on them the way a predator did a zebra on the African plains.
It made Shawn uncomfortable really. He knew his dad had some enemies but certainly they wouldn’t come into their school. “Dad?” he reached out over the special connection they’d developed over the past years since both of their near deaths.
“Shawn? Are you two ok son?”
He could sense his father’s blurriness but more intense was the alertness as his father used his senses to scan around them. “The teacher Dad, it’s like they’re zooming in on us. As if it’s their quest to acquire us.”
“Well that’s odd…have you two provided them any reason to focus their attentions on you?” He could feel Riordan moving into the kitchen along with their mother. That unsettled him because his father rarely came to their school because of the paparazzi.
“No Dad. We talked a bit but nothing too loud. This is the third time today they’ve reproved us. We didn’t even do anything the first two times. We were just sitting there doing our homework like they told us to.”
“Let me see them. Keep your head down to your work, but look up with your peripheral vision.”
Shawn obediently looked down at his work just as Mr. Cassidy looked up at him. He felt his father move within his mind and look through his eyes. Warmth poured into him and he was suddenly thankful his father was a healer.
* * *
Nico told me earlier in the week that the normal teacher was taking a few weeks off for maternity leave and they were bringing in another teacher. I did not think much of it at the time. However I ignored that nagging at the back of my mind.
“Rio, do you think it could be them?” Nico walked effortlessly beside me, matching my long stride as we made our way to her burnt orange van.
I wanted to look as inconspicuous as possible to avoid the cameras. My personal life was just that. Mine.
“There is no think, about it dragon,” I look over to her, my mind reaching to hers for support. I never knew how much I depended on her quiet strength. To say she and the boys were my world was the most understated statement imaginable.
Genre: Ficiton
Rating: PG-13
Author Notes: Just a small portion of a larger story I'm writing. I know this isnt a full story but a scene, however I hope it will work as I continue to work on the overall arching story.
“Xenophilla,” Shawn looked at his book perplexed. Leaning over he nudged his brother Nathan, “what the heck are they teaching us here? It’s like they think we’re geniuses or something…”
“Well you are Shawn, at least according to the IQ test. Although no one ever could manage to understand where your common sense went,” he whispered back.
“Hey now stop that bro. You scored just as high…”
“Excuse me…” the teacher cut in, “you two are being vocal. Anything you want to share with the class?” His belly gave a slight jiggle as he moved forward towards the teenagers.
The two ducked their heads. It seemed they were always caught. Almost like the teacher had some sort of radar that honed in on them the way a predator did a zebra on the African plains.
It made Shawn uncomfortable really. He knew his dad had some enemies but certainly they wouldn’t come into their school. “Dad?” he reached out over the special connection they’d developed over the past years since both of their near deaths.
“Shawn? Are you two ok son?”
He could sense his father’s blurriness but more intense was the alertness as his father used his senses to scan around them. “The teacher Dad, it’s like they’re zooming in on us. As if it’s their quest to acquire us.”
“Well that’s odd…have you two provided them any reason to focus their attentions on you?” He could feel Riordan moving into the kitchen along with their mother. That unsettled him because his father rarely came to their school because of the paparazzi.
“No Dad. We talked a bit but nothing too loud. This is the third time today they’ve reproved us. We didn’t even do anything the first two times. We were just sitting there doing our homework like they told us to.”
“Let me see them. Keep your head down to your work, but look up with your peripheral vision.”
Shawn obediently looked down at his work just as Mr. Cassidy looked up at him. He felt his father move within his mind and look through his eyes. Warmth poured into him and he was suddenly thankful his father was a healer.
* * *
Nico told me earlier in the week that the normal teacher was taking a few weeks off for maternity leave and they were bringing in another teacher. I did not think much of it at the time. However I ignored that nagging at the back of my mind.
“Rio, do you think it could be them?” Nico walked effortlessly beside me, matching my long stride as we made our way to her burnt orange van.
I wanted to look as inconspicuous as possible to avoid the cameras. My personal life was just that. Mine.
“There is no think, about it dragon,” I look over to her, my mind reaching to hers for support. I never knew how much I depended on her quiet strength. To say she and the boys were my world was the most understated statement imaginable.