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Post by Harrison on Nov 7, 2007 22:36:07 GMT -5
Harry wandered onto the track, his hoodie pulled on over his stripped shirt. He should've been in his German class, but he figured he'd been to Germany to visit his grandparents more times than most people ever would and had more than a decent grasp on the language. Today was the anniversary of his father's death, and he wasn't quite in the mood to speak to anyone. Pulling the hood over his head, he began to walk the track before turning it into a run, doing his best to hold back tears as he did
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Post by *~Leigh Hartman on Nov 8, 2007 16:30:05 GMT -5
If you hold your head up high, then we can touch the sky. We're gonna make it through, together. The future's in our hands, taking chances, making plans..We'll have everything we need, if we, dream on. Dream on....
The words floated through the small girl's head as she ran around the track for the seventh time that day. Under most occaisions she would have never taken her basketball coach up on this offer, to run all morning and get a note to get out of all her morning classes, but today just felt different. Knowing full well that she wouldn't have been able to concentrate in her classes anyways she had happily agreed to running all morning, then having lunch before returning to her normal classes. The basketball team couldn't have any out of shape players anyways could they?
Rounding the last curve in the turf made track, to make her on lap eight for the day she noticed another person, a guy, from the looks of it a junior or senior one at that. She almost always got shy around other people, especially guys..Now more than ever she wished that one of her older sisters would pop out of no where and be there...To make her feel less..Out of place, but she knew both of them were busy, in class. Kara would be in French, Leigh would be in Spanish..
Pushing a dark brown lock of hair out of her eyes as she continued to run she couldn't help but wonder if this guy would be one of those guys who liked to pick on the little freshman girls like herself...She hoped not.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 8, 2007 19:26:31 GMT -5
Harrison continued to run not even noticing someone else was out there with him. The pounding of his feet against the track seemed to grow louder and louder with each step, until to him, it was down-right deafening. A few years ago this had been the worst day of his life, his mother had acted like nothing had happened and he'd spent weeks crying. Not long after, he just stopped...putting on a happy face and acting like everything was perfectly fine, at least when he didn't lock himself up in his closet.
The last thing his father had told him before he died kept echoing in the back of his head
"Don't let me down Harry"
It was one of those last words that would seem like one given to a child when the parent knew they were going to die, however Mr. Viengar hadn't been sick, the death came suddenly and without warning. He'd actually meant it as a good luck for Harrison's soccer game that night, one that he wouldn't be able to attend do to travel for work.
His pace got quicker and quicker until he was almost sprinting, and after a minute he began to slow down. Stopping he pushed his hood back letting out a scream, before putting his hands on his knees, still unaware of the other presence there
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Post by *~Leigh Hartman on Nov 13, 2007 15:48:13 GMT -5
The future's in our hands, taking chances, making plans, we'll have everything we need if we, dream on. Dream on, if you you look deep inside your heart, you can reach the highest stars. Dream on, we can find our destiny, be anything we wanna be, if we...Dream on.
As soon as the word on was out of Samantha's head she stopped running for a moment to start to wipe the tears that were glittering as they ran down her cheeks. It's not fair, why did that man have to drink in the fist place? Everyone knows that its wrong!..Well maybe not everyone, but the smart people do..And why did he have to decide to drive after that? Wasn't he with all of his friends before he got in his car? Why didn't they stop him? They weren't drunk..Didn't they care?....God? Why did you let that man drunk drive? Why did you let him hit my little brother?
Her train of thought was cut off suddenly when a scream cut through the morning air, making the mist seem to expand while the scream entered its vast..And then quiver as if it couldn't take the whole thing it. Jumping in shock at the yell she whirled around instinctivly so she was facing the direction the sound came from.
It had been the boy who had came to the track..Shouldn't he be in class anyways? Samantha thought to herself...Maybe he has permission from a coach...Or maybe he is just skipping class...Maybe he doesn't goto this school at all and he only yelled to get my attention so he could kidnap me!! Maybe he is that man who hit Xavier after drunk driving's son and he's come to tell me that his dad is sorry...
Shaking her head, getting back to reality she took a deep breath and said loudly, so the boy would be able to hear her.."Hey!! Are you okay??" She took a few steps towards him, but although her legs moved she felt glued to the place where she was standing..The thought of her little seven year old brother in the hospital, possibly on his death bed made her shakey and want to get sick....So she simply stood in the same place while she waited for the boy's responce.
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Post by Harrison on Nov 13, 2007 21:50:35 GMT -5
Harry heard someone speak to him, a girl, by the voice an underclassman. Quickly wiping away tears he turned to see that he had been correct. "Yeah, I'm -I'm fine" he said lying. He'd gotten quite good at lying about his feelings ever since his dad had passed
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Post by *~Leigh Hartman on Nov 13, 2007 22:38:35 GMT -5
Still, feeling glued to the spot, thinking more of her little brother who was in the hospital at that very moment rather than the upperclassman she was talking to she struggled with her words..Not sure quite what to say, after pushing a stray dark brown hair out of her eyes she said in a calm, smooth voice, while looking straight into the boy's eyes, "You're lying."
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Post by Harrison on Nov 13, 2007 22:41:46 GMT -5
"What if I am?" Harry asked shrugging a little. He zipped his jacket up all the way now instead of the halfway that he'd had it. Scratching his head a bit before dropping his arm back down by his side. "You gonna go tell on me?" he asked with a sort of scoffed laugh
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Post by *~Leigh Hartman on Nov 13, 2007 22:51:41 GMT -5
Giving the only other person that seemed around for miles, although there were actually other students within yelling distance a look that was half caring and half a glare of pure hatred she said simply, "So are you going to tell me what's going on?"
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Post by Harrison on Nov 13, 2007 22:53:42 GMT -5
"No"
he said simply shaking his head
"I don't tell people my problems."
Harry sighed a little, sitting down on the track, beginning to stretch out for a cool down from running
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Post by *~Leigh Hartman on Nov 13, 2007 22:57:47 GMT -5
Running her hands down her pant legs, the smooth material of her basketball shorts felt pefect, she rubbed her sore legs, feeling the muscles that were reforming now that basketball season was starting up again. The sky blue shorts matched her white hoodie with blue words on the frong perfectly.
Her dark brown curly hair was pulled back with a matching ribbon and she said angrilly, "Well, not talking about them won't make them go away!"
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Post by Harrison on Nov 13, 2007 22:59:43 GMT -5
"Talking leads to Questions. Which leads to Memories. Which leads to Pain and reliving that night over and over again"
he said through gritted teeth
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Post by *~Leigh Hartman on Nov 14, 2007 21:50:22 GMT -5
"Which leads to making friends and the pain going away, more and more each time you talk about it." hissed Samantha angrilly. Now, rather upset herself she felt that this boy ought to tell her what was going on. If anyone knew pain it was the Hartman girls. Between being abused by their father at home when they were younger to multiple things the three had brought upon themselves they all three had a pretty good idea of what it was like to suffer..
And now that the baby of the family, Samantha's little seven year old brother Xavier was in the hospital because some random man chose to drink and drive, the family was once again torn apart..and her father was becoming rather mean again..He had struck her oldest sister, Kara, in the face just that morning and now her sister had a black eye...It didn't seem fair!
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Post by Harrison on Nov 14, 2007 21:55:17 GMT -5
"You don't understand"
he told her shaking his head sighing a little
"I'm not like you. I've tried talking about it...talking doesn't make it go away"
After his father's death, Harry had began to see a psychiatrist, a few years had passed and still...nothing
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Post by *~Leigh Hartman on Nov 16, 2007 16:26:23 GMT -5
Beginning to get really annoyed with this guy half of her told her to just walk away, that half would definitely be her brain. It was telling her to just walk away because this boy was too stubborn and wouldn't listen to her anyways, even if she did know what she was talking about.
The other half of her, her heart, was telling her to stay..That maybe he would open up to her, maybe he was the one person that God intended for her to help out..As much as she wanted to go with her what her brain was telling her..Because she knew it would be so much easier she remained where she was standing, wishing this upperclassmen wasn't so 'set to his ways'.
"So..You don't think you're like me? What? Do you think that my life has been all daisies and roses? Hah! I bet you couldn't handle a day in my life!" Samantha half shouted at him. She had wanted to be kind and sencere, but she was already having such a bad day..And this guy was just making it work.
Sighing to herself, and forcing herself to take a deep breath, trying to calm herself down she knew she wasn't being fair. Kara always tells me a true friend, or even a kind person has three rules..1- If you want to talk about it I'm here. 2- If you don't that's okay too. And 3- If you need to cry you can. I wish I could be as humble as Kara and actually follow those rules! Older sisters...They seem to know everything!
"I'm sorry...." Samantha muttered softly, while staring at the ground..After another moment or two she lifted her gaze to meet his and said,"If you don't want to talk about it you don't have to..I just really think I'd understand and I'd be able to help...If you don't want it though..I guess I can't make you take it."
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Post by Harrison on Nov 16, 2007 22:36:44 GMT -5
Harry looked at her a moment, his eyes a little soft as he stood up again, zipping the jacket down some and putting the hood back on
"I-I have to run some more"
he said before starting off into a jog. Moving back into a run, he was about halfway around the track when he collapsed, sobbing as he pounded his fists against the ground
"I'm trying dad - I'm trying - I'm trying"
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