You Can't Touch My Brother....
I'd like you all to know that the last chapter of this story got the most comments I've ever recieved for one chapter. So thanks to all those who commented.
To alatariel3- I'm not sure I can please you, I'm not very good.
It's A Hard Knock Life.
Vam
PG13
Standard Disclaimer Applies.
Special Thanks I forgot to send out last time to the people who helped me with names and a title.
Chapter 1 Behind the Cut.
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1457021.html#cutid1
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Chapter 2
Bam threw his worn out scrub brush into the dirty water and stood up. After lugging the bucket to the next stall he plopped it down and filthy water splashed to the floor.
“Careful Bam! Christ! Do you want Adair to come up here?”
“No,” He mumbled to Johnny, he was an older kid who was sometimes friends, sometimes enemies with Bam, it just depended on what was in it for him.
“Then keep your water in your bucket and your arms scrubbing toilets.” Johnny scolded him and Bam got back to work.
“Hey Johnny?”
“Yeah?” There was silence except for the scrubbing of their brushes. “What is it Bam?”
“What are you going to do when you have to leave?”
“I don’t know.” Johnny was nearing his 18th birthday. He’d have to leave soon. Soon after he left Chris would have to leave, then Steve, and the list went on and on. All the boys that had protected him when he was just a little kid, they were all gone now. He’d never know if they were alive, dead, doing well, or not and that made him sad. He’d never know what would happen to Raab, and Ryan, and Dico, and all the other kids.
“This fucking sucks.” Bam whispered and continued to clean. Of course it was the third Wednesday of the month, they always cleaned the whole orphanage the third Wednesday of the month. He finished that toilet and moved to the next.
“BAM! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!” Mizz Adair’s screech burned in his ears.
His task, you ask? Thank god it wasn’t a beating. No, Bam had to go to the corner butcher shop and get meat for the stew that Mizz Adair was apparently planning for this evening’s meal. Oh hooray. He rolled his eyes, but took in a deep breath of air. He was outside for what seemed like the first time in weeks. There were so many people out, it made him wonder about their lives, if they were happy. He saw the children that had families, they were happy and playing and laughing. It made him frown, they didn’t know how good they had it. Ryan should have something like that. He never realized that as he’d been walking he’d gotten into someone’s path.
The lady from the bookshop had phoned. She said that Ville’s new book had come in. Unfortunately both his mother and his father were busy, so he had to pick it up himself. He had opened it to read the preface as he always did before starting new books. Unfortunately the preface got him so interested that he couldn’t stop reading, so he was walking down the sidewalk, not paying attention and he bumped into someone.
“I’m sorry.” Said a small sad voice. Ville looked up and saw a pair of sad, but beautiful crystal blue eyes. Around the eyes was the body of a boy about his age, he was shorter and dirtier and it disgusted Ville, but he couldn’t help but reply.
“It’s entirely my fault. I’m very sorry.” The boy smiled and bowed slightly.
“Good day sir.” Well, someone had taught him manners. He turned and watched as the boy walked off. Interesting.
“Wait!” The boy turned around. Ville ran up to him.
“What is your name?”
“It’s Bam.” The boy replied, his face was confused.
“Bam what?”
“That’s it. That’s the only name I have.”
“Why?” Ville couldn’t stop himself. He needed to know.
“I’m an orphan.” Tears watered in the blue eyes and Ville watched as the boy called ‘Bam’ walked away. He shivered slightly as a breeze passed him. He couldn’t wait to get home and curl up next to the fire in the library. ‘Doesn’t it make you wonder if he has a fire place?’ Ville suppressed the voice of his conscience. He shouldn’t worry about a low-life boy who’d never make anything out of himself. Turning back around, he started for home once again.
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yes well, i re-wrote this twice, sorry to disappoint. Not very good i know, but it's the best i have right now. I'm suffering the blight(a cold) anyhow. I promise the next piece will be better...ermm...let's not make that a promise. Loves to all!
Please Leave A Comment At The Reading of the Fic.
This is Fizzy, Signing Off.
To alatariel3- I'm not sure I can please you, I'm not very good.
It's A Hard Knock Life.
Vam
PG13
Standard Disclaimer Applies.
Special Thanks I forgot to send out last time to the people who helped me with names and a title.
Chapter 1 Behind the Cut.
http://community.livejournal.com/__vam/1457021.html#cutid1
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
Bam threw his worn out scrub brush into the dirty water and stood up. After lugging the bucket to the next stall he plopped it down and filthy water splashed to the floor.
“Careful Bam! Christ! Do you want Adair to come up here?”
“No,” He mumbled to Johnny, he was an older kid who was sometimes friends, sometimes enemies with Bam, it just depended on what was in it for him.
“Then keep your water in your bucket and your arms scrubbing toilets.” Johnny scolded him and Bam got back to work.
“Hey Johnny?”
“Yeah?” There was silence except for the scrubbing of their brushes. “What is it Bam?”
“What are you going to do when you have to leave?”
“I don’t know.” Johnny was nearing his 18th birthday. He’d have to leave soon. Soon after he left Chris would have to leave, then Steve, and the list went on and on. All the boys that had protected him when he was just a little kid, they were all gone now. He’d never know if they were alive, dead, doing well, or not and that made him sad. He’d never know what would happen to Raab, and Ryan, and Dico, and all the other kids.
“This fucking sucks.” Bam whispered and continued to clean. Of course it was the third Wednesday of the month, they always cleaned the whole orphanage the third Wednesday of the month. He finished that toilet and moved to the next.
“BAM! GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE!” Mizz Adair’s screech burned in his ears.
His task, you ask? Thank god it wasn’t a beating. No, Bam had to go to the corner butcher shop and get meat for the stew that Mizz Adair was apparently planning for this evening’s meal. Oh hooray. He rolled his eyes, but took in a deep breath of air. He was outside for what seemed like the first time in weeks. There were so many people out, it made him wonder about their lives, if they were happy. He saw the children that had families, they were happy and playing and laughing. It made him frown, they didn’t know how good they had it. Ryan should have something like that. He never realized that as he’d been walking he’d gotten into someone’s path.
The lady from the bookshop had phoned. She said that Ville’s new book had come in. Unfortunately both his mother and his father were busy, so he had to pick it up himself. He had opened it to read the preface as he always did before starting new books. Unfortunately the preface got him so interested that he couldn’t stop reading, so he was walking down the sidewalk, not paying attention and he bumped into someone.
“I’m sorry.” Said a small sad voice. Ville looked up and saw a pair of sad, but beautiful crystal blue eyes. Around the eyes was the body of a boy about his age, he was shorter and dirtier and it disgusted Ville, but he couldn’t help but reply.
“It’s entirely my fault. I’m very sorry.” The boy smiled and bowed slightly.
“Good day sir.” Well, someone had taught him manners. He turned and watched as the boy walked off. Interesting.
“Wait!” The boy turned around. Ville ran up to him.
“What is your name?”
“It’s Bam.” The boy replied, his face was confused.
“Bam what?”
“That’s it. That’s the only name I have.”
“Why?” Ville couldn’t stop himself. He needed to know.
“I’m an orphan.” Tears watered in the blue eyes and Ville watched as the boy called ‘Bam’ walked away. He shivered slightly as a breeze passed him. He couldn’t wait to get home and curl up next to the fire in the library. ‘Doesn’t it make you wonder if he has a fire place?’ Ville suppressed the voice of his conscience. He shouldn’t worry about a low-life boy who’d never make anything out of himself. Turning back around, he started for home once again.
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yes well, i re-wrote this twice, sorry to disappoint. Not very good i know, but it's the best i have right now. I'm suffering the blight(a cold) anyhow. I promise the next piece will be better...ermm...let's not make that a promise. Loves to all!
Please Leave A Comment At The Reading of the Fic.
This is Fizzy, Signing Off.