Post by Alison Carmichael on Aug 7, 2006 9:36:27 GMT -4
In such cases like now Alison could normally hold her tongue. So far, however, anyone else could disagree and not be penalised. The boy called Arrow appeared to be walking across her nerves and then proceeding the jig upon them. The most frustrating thing was that although he was annoying her and although she was responding with quick comments she still couldn’t stop herself from looking at him. He truly was beautiful, something she would never voice aloud. If only his ego hadn’t moved to his leg for more room she might have actually attempted something. Of course, Molly would have to be awake and not in a terrible state as she was currently. There, an excuse she could use. It’s not only your ego, for that could be overlooked, but also circumstance that has to deny me to pleasure of having you. Not that Alison had, truly ‘had’ anyone in the way that was sex. Sure she had fooled around with guys and had even gotten close but the actual act had never been full filled. Alison didn’t even know what was stopping her these days. Other than the want to stay young forever.
Yes, Alison of the quick tongue, was a virgin. But a hot one.
Running her hands through her hair Alison applied pressure to her temples before proceeding to stare at the crumbling figure before her. Right now they were faced with two options. And although Alison would really like to make the choice for them she needed help to carry the poor girl. So the true decision came down to the brawn, which was the male race. Alison’s eyes traced over the larger of the boys and then to the smaller [in stature] one, Arrow and Flick respectively. Naturally their egos seemed roughly the same size, their packages, one could only guess but their brain size seemed to be the reverse. There was no way Arrow could have an ego so large that he could also have room for a reasonably sized brain. He had to be an idiot. Medicine said so.
Looking first to Flick Alison gave him a small smile. He seemed rather beyond worried and she began to wonder if there was more to Molly and Flick than a friendship. Him and Arrow seemed to be mates, though they differed in opinions and morals. As she watched Arrow shake Molly slightly she was almost on her feet. She barely knew the girl but knew that Arrow’s previous behaviour hadn’t exactly earned him any brownie points. His intentions towards any person in that room were still clouded.
“Okay we either get some medical help, risking her expulsion from Academy due to alcohol intake yada yada. Or we take her back to her room and let her sleep it off.”
Alison’s eyes slid to Molly after gracing the boy’s faces individually. She knew the procedure almost too well. Alison was born in a hospital like most but unlike every normal person, Alison practically lived in one. Since an early age she had wondered the corridors with tottering steps and wide eyes as big sister Kate lay shrunken and pale in an isolated room in the cancer ward.
How many times had she seen her sister with glittering eyes and without her usual tubes and hospital smock? There was hardly a need for Kate to own real clothes, nor a need for her family to own a house. They lived at the hospital even beyond visiting hours, but it was only Kate and Alison that ever had to endure the separation and cold of the night. They tried to balance it as best they could, their love, their gifts, their time by each bed but the print on Kate’s clipboard read something more severe than ‘donor.’ It was hard to divide your attention and love when you knew your eldest daughter could leave any moment. And if she were to doubt your devotedness for the slightest of seconds your heart would crumble. It was because Kate was not supposed to be alive, and because she had so far outlived odds that Sara hung beside her bed, body slumped forward from physical and emotional exhaustion. It was because of that, that Alison was given the necklace. A thin silver chain with a silver locket in the shape of a heart dangling from it, the words ‘to the girl that gave everything, from the man that can only give his heart.’ Brian was the one who made things equal.
Trailing her fingers across the necklace that rested above her cleavage Alison waited for any form of response. Personally she knew that there was little anyone could do for Molly now. She was physically and perhaps even emotionally exhausted. She had seen it before but in the eyes of people that had to keep going, living so another could, fighting so another could live. Rest would be the best thing for Molly right now and all that Alison could hope was that the boys could see that, and that being expelled in the first few weeks of term wasn’t truly in her best interests.
Yes, Alison of the quick tongue, was a virgin. But a hot one.
Running her hands through her hair Alison applied pressure to her temples before proceeding to stare at the crumbling figure before her. Right now they were faced with two options. And although Alison would really like to make the choice for them she needed help to carry the poor girl. So the true decision came down to the brawn, which was the male race. Alison’s eyes traced over the larger of the boys and then to the smaller [in stature] one, Arrow and Flick respectively. Naturally their egos seemed roughly the same size, their packages, one could only guess but their brain size seemed to be the reverse. There was no way Arrow could have an ego so large that he could also have room for a reasonably sized brain. He had to be an idiot. Medicine said so.
Looking first to Flick Alison gave him a small smile. He seemed rather beyond worried and she began to wonder if there was more to Molly and Flick than a friendship. Him and Arrow seemed to be mates, though they differed in opinions and morals. As she watched Arrow shake Molly slightly she was almost on her feet. She barely knew the girl but knew that Arrow’s previous behaviour hadn’t exactly earned him any brownie points. His intentions towards any person in that room were still clouded.
“Okay we either get some medical help, risking her expulsion from Academy due to alcohol intake yada yada. Or we take her back to her room and let her sleep it off.”
Alison’s eyes slid to Molly after gracing the boy’s faces individually. She knew the procedure almost too well. Alison was born in a hospital like most but unlike every normal person, Alison practically lived in one. Since an early age she had wondered the corridors with tottering steps and wide eyes as big sister Kate lay shrunken and pale in an isolated room in the cancer ward.
How many times had she seen her sister with glittering eyes and without her usual tubes and hospital smock? There was hardly a need for Kate to own real clothes, nor a need for her family to own a house. They lived at the hospital even beyond visiting hours, but it was only Kate and Alison that ever had to endure the separation and cold of the night. They tried to balance it as best they could, their love, their gifts, their time by each bed but the print on Kate’s clipboard read something more severe than ‘donor.’ It was hard to divide your attention and love when you knew your eldest daughter could leave any moment. And if she were to doubt your devotedness for the slightest of seconds your heart would crumble. It was because Kate was not supposed to be alive, and because she had so far outlived odds that Sara hung beside her bed, body slumped forward from physical and emotional exhaustion. It was because of that, that Alison was given the necklace. A thin silver chain with a silver locket in the shape of a heart dangling from it, the words ‘to the girl that gave everything, from the man that can only give his heart.’ Brian was the one who made things equal.
Trailing her fingers across the necklace that rested above her cleavage Alison waited for any form of response. Personally she knew that there was little anyone could do for Molly now. She was physically and perhaps even emotionally exhausted. She had seen it before but in the eyes of people that had to keep going, living so another could, fighting so another could live. Rest would be the best thing for Molly right now and all that Alison could hope was that the boys could see that, and that being expelled in the first few weeks of term wasn’t truly in her best interests.