Post by Ghost of Fire (Fëanáro) on Feb 20, 2014 18:32:19 GMT -8
So, this is a little short story that I wrote for a creative writing class. The two characters in it (mostly one of them) were inspiration for K'tar.
Writing 241
Final Short Story
We almost made it through the day without anything happening. Unfortunately, not more than twenty minutes before the last bell would have rung, Mr. Morissay was interrupted by the intercom.
“Kaster Domoyan, come to the office immediately. Kaster, the office.”
Oh God, what’d he do this time?
No one in the class even bothered looking up as Kaster walked up the center aisle to the door. He bumped into the very corner of my desk, knocking a couple papers off before I could stop them. He stooped to retrieve them, setting them back on my desk with a grin.
I knew that grin.
“Well then, continuing with the Hundred Years War, get out your map of Caen.”
Lifting up the corners of the papers Kaster’d knocked off my desk, I got the map of Caen to the center and was just getting ready to start taking notes when I saw the tightly folded slip of paper that had been underneath it, which had not been on my desk or amongst my notes prior to Kaster’s departure. Making a show of looking for something in my notebook, I opened the paper.
There were two locker keys stuck to it with pieces of the gummy erasers from art, mine and that for #156. I folded it back up and put it in the front flap of the notebook. I really tried to pay attention to the rest of the lecture, but I already knew most of the stuff covered, and then the last bell rang.
The whole class started jamming notebooks into their backpacks. We were almost out the door when the intercom interrupted again.
“Jastaron Telarin’qesa, please come to the office. Jastaron, the office.”
I froze. The only thought in my head was that I hadn’t done anything. I glanced around; everyone was staring at me.
This should be fun.
I pushed open the door to the office and glanced around.
“Jastaron?” the secretary asked.
I nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
“You’re to go through to the back, the Principal’s office.”
The back, but that’s like… Straightening my shoulders, I walked towards the back. I hadn’t ever been back there before, but there weren’t actually that many offices. There were people in the Principal’s office, but when I knocked they fell silent.
“Come in.”
I slipped in, turning to close the door behind me before glancing up at the Principal.
“Hello Jastaron. Have a seat.” The Principal smiled.
I smiled back as I sat down in the only remaining chair, across from the Principal and on the far side of the desk relative to where Kaster was seated, flanked by two men who… were wearing police uniforms.
“Where were you after school yesterday?”
Startled, I looked up at the Principal. “Um… yesterday, I was at the movies, with Kaster. We saw Prince of Persia.”
“Do you, perchance, still have your ticket?”
“No sir, I recycled it.”
The Principal turned towards Kaster. “Well boy, do you have your ticket still?”
“You’ve already asked that.”
“Humor me.”
Kaster shrugged, echoes of laughter in his eyes. “No.”
“What did you say?” The Principal leaned forward.
“I said ‘No’.”
“No what?”
“What do you mean, ‘no what’?”
The Principal slammed both hands down on the desk. “Do you or do you not still have your ticket?”
“I’ve already told you, no,” Kaster shot back.
The Principal glared at him, but sat back down. “What happened to it?”
“I tossed it at the theater.”
“Where did you go after that, Jastaron?”
“We went to the park and walked around for awhile, then I had to go home. I believe Kaster went home not long after I did, sir.”
“When was this?”
“About 20:00,” Kaster filled in, “because I got home at about 20:45.”
I nodded.
“Are you planning on anything tonight?”
“Kaster’s coming to my house for dinner, sir. My Dad’s picking us up.”
The Principal sighed. “Tell him I’m sorry for delaying you.”
“I will, sir,”
I stood up and glanced over at Kaster, who was already standing.
“Oh, and Kaster,” the Principal added.
We both turned around.
“Next time you are getting a ride from someone, let the bus driver and the office know that morning, you understand?”
“Yes.” He turned and strode down the hall, leaving me to catch up.
“Hey, what’d you do?” I whispered once we were outside, waiting for my Dad’s car.
“You’ll see tomorrow.” He grinned. “Are you doing anything during 0th period then?”
“No…”
“Why don’t you meet me here, I could use a hand with the locker hall.”
“What? Why?”
“Sparks, lots of sparks.”
I knew this could be bad, but I was grinning to match him when my Dad pulled up.
Writing 241
Final Short Story
You mentioned a plan?
We almost made it through the day without anything happening. Unfortunately, not more than twenty minutes before the last bell would have rung, Mr. Morissay was interrupted by the intercom.
“Kaster Domoyan, come to the office immediately. Kaster, the office.”
Oh God, what’d he do this time?
No one in the class even bothered looking up as Kaster walked up the center aisle to the door. He bumped into the very corner of my desk, knocking a couple papers off before I could stop them. He stooped to retrieve them, setting them back on my desk with a grin.
I knew that grin.
“Well then, continuing with the Hundred Years War, get out your map of Caen.”
Lifting up the corners of the papers Kaster’d knocked off my desk, I got the map of Caen to the center and was just getting ready to start taking notes when I saw the tightly folded slip of paper that had been underneath it, which had not been on my desk or amongst my notes prior to Kaster’s departure. Making a show of looking for something in my notebook, I opened the paper.
J-
Do you want to go to the movies tonight?
Also, that’s where we were after school
yesterday — saw PofP. Can I get
dinner at your place?
-K
P.S. Don’t stop by the lockers
until tomorrow morning
at the earliest.
Do you want to go to the movies tonight?
Also, that’s where we were after school
yesterday — saw PofP. Can I get
dinner at your place?
-K
P.S. Don’t stop by the lockers
until tomorrow morning
at the earliest.
There were two locker keys stuck to it with pieces of the gummy erasers from art, mine and that for #156. I folded it back up and put it in the front flap of the notebook. I really tried to pay attention to the rest of the lecture, but I already knew most of the stuff covered, and then the last bell rang.
The whole class started jamming notebooks into their backpacks. We were almost out the door when the intercom interrupted again.
“Jastaron Telarin’qesa, please come to the office. Jastaron, the office.”
I froze. The only thought in my head was that I hadn’t done anything. I glanced around; everyone was staring at me.
This should be fun.
I pushed open the door to the office and glanced around.
“Jastaron?” the secretary asked.
I nodded. “Yes ma’am.”
“You’re to go through to the back, the Principal’s office.”
The back, but that’s like… Straightening my shoulders, I walked towards the back. I hadn’t ever been back there before, but there weren’t actually that many offices. There were people in the Principal’s office, but when I knocked they fell silent.
“Come in.”
I slipped in, turning to close the door behind me before glancing up at the Principal.
“Hello Jastaron. Have a seat.” The Principal smiled.
I smiled back as I sat down in the only remaining chair, across from the Principal and on the far side of the desk relative to where Kaster was seated, flanked by two men who… were wearing police uniforms.
“Where were you after school yesterday?”
Startled, I looked up at the Principal. “Um… yesterday, I was at the movies, with Kaster. We saw Prince of Persia.”
“Do you, perchance, still have your ticket?”
“No sir, I recycled it.”
The Principal turned towards Kaster. “Well boy, do you have your ticket still?”
“You’ve already asked that.”
“Humor me.”
Kaster shrugged, echoes of laughter in his eyes. “No.”
“What did you say?” The Principal leaned forward.
“I said ‘No’.”
“No what?”
“What do you mean, ‘no what’?”
The Principal slammed both hands down on the desk. “Do you or do you not still have your ticket?”
“I’ve already told you, no,” Kaster shot back.
The Principal glared at him, but sat back down. “What happened to it?”
“I tossed it at the theater.”
“Where did you go after that, Jastaron?”
“We went to the park and walked around for awhile, then I had to go home. I believe Kaster went home not long after I did, sir.”
“When was this?”
“About 20:00,” Kaster filled in, “because I got home at about 20:45.”
I nodded.
“Are you planning on anything tonight?”
“Kaster’s coming to my house for dinner, sir. My Dad’s picking us up.”
The Principal sighed. “Tell him I’m sorry for delaying you.”
“I will, sir,”
I stood up and glanced over at Kaster, who was already standing.
“Oh, and Kaster,” the Principal added.
We both turned around.
“Next time you are getting a ride from someone, let the bus driver and the office know that morning, you understand?”
“Yes.” He turned and strode down the hall, leaving me to catch up.
“Hey, what’d you do?” I whispered once we were outside, waiting for my Dad’s car.
“You’ll see tomorrow.” He grinned. “Are you doing anything during 0th period then?”
“No…”
“Why don’t you meet me here, I could use a hand with the locker hall.”
“What? Why?”
“Sparks, lots of sparks.”
I knew this could be bad, but I was grinning to match him when my Dad pulled up.