Four Year Sentence - 001 Beginnings
001 Beginnings - In Which There is Temporary Liberation
By: Angie U. Keanyn (
nkiseki)
Yes! It was finally here, her long awaited summer vacation. Freedom. The school year was far too long. Nine long, agonizing months of tests, homework, and studying were finally over. Gone were the late night cram sessions with Candy screeching at her to pay attention; away with the disapproving glowers from Professor Janken; farewell to having to pay an extra five dollar service charge to Dolly and Quinton for those illegal (at least at on Terrance Wood property) but so very addictive jars of Nutella.
“Liberation!” Percy squealed in delight, determined to tell every student who decided to venture down the narrow aisle of the charter bus (conveniently owned by the Academy). Unfortunately for everyone else on the bus, she decided to say it every three minutes, regardless of people walking by. Another unfortunate fact was that the airport was still thirty minutes away. “Liberation!”
“Persephone Debois, if you continue your screeching, I will not hesitate to make your life miserable next year!” Mrs. Killic threatened. And when the short old bat threatened, it would’ve made anyone laugh. Except Killic was a physical education teacher and coached the track team. If the biddy wanted to keep Percy from scaling the fence to run into town, she could, not because Killic was a teacher, but because the woman could run a mile in five minutes flat. That was when she wasn’t pissed off; when she was angry, she was faster.
Of course, Percy never thought before she spoke, which is really a bad thing in retrospect considering it got her tongue-tied (sometimes) on good days. On bad days, she was actually coherent. “The school year officially ended the moment we left school. You have no authority over me! It’s summer!”
“Debois, I will kick you off the bus.” Killic hissed. The woman’s bushy hair framed a scarlet face, which oddly enough, reminded Percy of an angry baboon. Maybe it had something to do with the woman baring her teeth like an animal.
The moment Percy opened her mouth to respond she felt a sharp, bony jab on her arm. Candy was elbowing her. The nerd was elbowing her. Okay, so maybe Candy wasn’t a complete nerd, but someone who kept on top of her homework without actually having to cram the night before (unlike Percy), was a nerd. Damn smart people.
But she got the point; unless Candy’s glare meant 'go chew her out,' Percy was supposed to be quiet and listen to the nasty teacher.
“You don’t want to be under dorm arrest for all of junior year, do you?” Candy asked as her mouth thinned into a slight frown.
“I don’t want to, but it’s probably going to happen anyway.” Percy sighed, staring out the tinted window at the landscape of cars, litter on the freeway, and billboards on dead grass. It was such a pretty view that she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Oh look, is that a dead raccoon?
“Really, if you’d just stop buying things off Dolly and Quinton, and stop running your mouth when you’d really aught to not talk, and stop letting Rachael get the best of you, and stop listening to Jeffery’s suggestions, and tried to study earlier than the night before tests, and stop surfing on the internet when you should do your homework, then all would be well.”
“Can we please stop talking about school? I hate school, I hate Terrance Wood, and I hate Rachael but that last one really doesn’t matter. Right now begins relaxation, no school, vacations, no school, and almost three months of holiday, no school.”
“Summer reading. The essays. Remember to do them.”
“I hate you.”
“I’ll miss you too.”
By: Angie U. Keanyn (
nkiseki)
Yes! It was finally here, her long awaited summer vacation. Freedom. The school year was far too long. Nine long, agonizing months of tests, homework, and studying were finally over. Gone were the late night cram sessions with Candy screeching at her to pay attention; away with the disapproving glowers from Professor Janken; farewell to having to pay an extra five dollar service charge to Dolly and Quinton for those illegal (at least at on Terrance Wood property) but so very addictive jars of Nutella.
“Liberation!” Percy squealed in delight, determined to tell every student who decided to venture down the narrow aisle of the charter bus (conveniently owned by the Academy). Unfortunately for everyone else on the bus, she decided to say it every three minutes, regardless of people walking by. Another unfortunate fact was that the airport was still thirty minutes away. “Liberation!”
“Persephone Debois, if you continue your screeching, I will not hesitate to make your life miserable next year!” Mrs. Killic threatened. And when the short old bat threatened, it would’ve made anyone laugh. Except Killic was a physical education teacher and coached the track team. If the biddy wanted to keep Percy from scaling the fence to run into town, she could, not because Killic was a teacher, but because the woman could run a mile in five minutes flat. That was when she wasn’t pissed off; when she was angry, she was faster.
Of course, Percy never thought before she spoke, which is really a bad thing in retrospect considering it got her tongue-tied (sometimes) on good days. On bad days, she was actually coherent. “The school year officially ended the moment we left school. You have no authority over me! It’s summer!”
“Debois, I will kick you off the bus.” Killic hissed. The woman’s bushy hair framed a scarlet face, which oddly enough, reminded Percy of an angry baboon. Maybe it had something to do with the woman baring her teeth like an animal.
The moment Percy opened her mouth to respond she felt a sharp, bony jab on her arm. Candy was elbowing her. The nerd was elbowing her. Okay, so maybe Candy wasn’t a complete nerd, but someone who kept on top of her homework without actually having to cram the night before (unlike Percy), was a nerd. Damn smart people.
But she got the point; unless Candy’s glare meant 'go chew her out,' Percy was supposed to be quiet and listen to the nasty teacher.
“You don’t want to be under dorm arrest for all of junior year, do you?” Candy asked as her mouth thinned into a slight frown.
“I don’t want to, but it’s probably going to happen anyway.” Percy sighed, staring out the tinted window at the landscape of cars, litter on the freeway, and billboards on dead grass. It was such a pretty view that she couldn’t tear her eyes away. Oh look, is that a dead raccoon?
“Really, if you’d just stop buying things off Dolly and Quinton, and stop running your mouth when you’d really aught to not talk, and stop letting Rachael get the best of you, and stop listening to Jeffery’s suggestions, and tried to study earlier than the night before tests, and stop surfing on the internet when you should do your homework, then all would be well.”
“Can we please stop talking about school? I hate school, I hate Terrance Wood, and I hate Rachael but that last one really doesn’t matter. Right now begins relaxation, no school, vacations, no school, and almost three months of holiday, no school.”
“Summer reading. The essays. Remember to do them.”
“I hate you.”
“I’ll miss you too.”