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Post by galacticgal on Aug 31, 2024 15:30:09 GMT
The Pangs of Adolescence, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part One UpdateWith his new glasses Erik quickly became an A student. He breezed through his homework in no time, just to take up an instrument and play. He practiced all of the time and when he wasn’t playing an instrument, he was busy singing his little heart-out. From scales to voice warm-ups to actual songs, some of which he made up right on the spot. Aaron’s grades improved, too, as his jealous nature prompted his competitive side into action. There was no way he was going to allow his little brother to outshine him on — everything.
*~~*~~*~~*~~* As it was wont to do, time passed. Louise still wasn’t herself, but she lit up whenever Brianna was allowed to reach her over their home Compti unit. It was good to see their only daughter looking healthy and actually happy, to Louise’s chagrin. The girl was certainly flourishing under the Vulcan tutelage. She was also maturing, as were her sons. Erik was near the end of the sixth grade, Aaron finishing his first year in Middle School. Change was in the air. Louise resented losing this time with her only daughter, but what could be done? The neighborhood also went through a few changes. Humans moving out and in. *~~*~~*~~*~~* On this particular summer day her eldest two boys had gone out front, leaving Joey to play on the jungle gym by himself. All had finished their homework in record time. Joseph was due home any minute. She checked on the meal cooking on the stove top gave it a stir and then went back to reviewing the mail. *~~*~~*~~*~~* Juggling his soccer ball one day Aaron managed to keep the ball in the air for 216 times before it dropped. “Hah,” he said to Erik. “Top that.” “I will if you can play a riff,” he said, handing the red-haired boy his guitar. “Why would I want to do that? And just what is a riff?” “Why do you want me to juggle this ball?” “Just to see if you can do it.” “Ditto, I betcha you can’t even find the E string.” “You’re on, you little creep.” He took up the guitar, which felt awkward in his hands. He set it down again, quickly. “I’m not a creep. You’re the one who’s a creep,” Erik shot back. He was about to rush his brother when Joseph walked up the drive. “Alright, boys, what’s it over this time. Let me guess, the new girl who just moved into the neighborhood?” “A girl, ew arithmetic bugs, no way,” Aaron said. Erik stared at his brother. “Actually, I think she’s very pretty. She has long blonde hair and big blue eyes—” he sang, “the moment I saw her I felt alive —” “Oh, brother! Shut up. Just shut up. You sing about just anything, you know. Girls, bugs. Life. And I’m sick of it. It’s so annoying! Dad, can I have my own room?” “Sorry, no more rooms at the inn . . .” “But what about Bree’s old room?” “I’m not giving her room away. It's not as if she’s gone forever, just for a bit of time --- You could try to get along with him, you know.” “He’s a dork!”“He was nothing but a dork and reminded me of a fork. . . all shiny and bright, with teeth. La la la la la la la. “STOP IT.” Erik dissolved into giggles. “Come along inside boys. I’m certain dinner is ready by now.” Joseph struggled to keep the mirth out of his voice. The way these two went at each other reminded him of his two middle brothers. As hysterically funny then as it was now. The memory brought about with it a certain pang. Michael, the third son, had recently passed away in a tragic transporter accident. But boy could you sling’em.While they sat around their dining table, Erik’s mind wandered off as it was wont to do. He kept thinking back on that day he and Aaron went to the park at the top of the cliff, not far from their old house. There were kids there, too, for a change. Erik saw a certain girl alone on the pirate ship, away from the others, looking forlorn. Feeling sorry for her, he decided to go talk to ... ~ “Hi, my name is Erik. Erik Cantrell, and yours is?” The slender girl straightened up to gaze at him. Stare. It was more of a stare, as if she almost knew him, which was impossible. Then her porcelain cheeks suffused with crimson, and she narrowed her large blue eyes.
“Don’t you dare try to make me love you, Erik Cantrell,” The girl shrieked at him.
Erik just shrugged his shoulders. “What? I just wanted to be your friend. You seem lonely,” he said, concerned gracing his young face. He took a step closer and noticed to his chagrin, that for every step toward her he took, she took a step backward. “I’m not a monster,” he said, “What wrong with being friends?”
“‘Cos you’ll move . . .”
“My dad is the principal of the school here. We’re not going anywhere anytime soon.”
“I didn’t mean you’ll move, I meant we’ll move. We always move. I don’t even get a chance to have a friend. And when I do . . . we move! I’m not even allowed to settle in. Can’t you even imagine what that’s like? Here one day, gone the next. I can’t have friends. I’m not allowed. So, don’t you make me love you. I don’t want to love you. I’ll just end up with a shattered heart. I can’t do that again.”
"Okay, Okay, I'm leaving already. Sheesh." Erik took one look back as he walked away, bewildered and feeling hurt. What he saw broke his heart. The girl was crying. ~Suddenly, Erik drew himself up. “I said pass the butter, please,” Aaron all but shouted. “Keep your voice down at the table,” his mother admonished. Far be it for her to be found wanting in the etiquette department. “Oh, sorry, here,” Erik said, passing the butter dish to Aaron. “Just where were you, this time?” “Just remembering an encounter is all. It’s nothing . . .” After he helped clean up the dinner dishes, Erik dashed upstairs and began writing lyrics for a song that would one day make him a household name. All for now. Thanks for reading . . .
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Post by cyncie on Sept 1, 2024 18:51:16 GMT
Love seeing Erik growing up. And your Vulcan characters look very authentic.
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Post by GlacierSnow on Sept 2, 2024 14:04:28 GMT
This is so good! I love how you're getting into the culture clash of the human and vulcan values in a nuanced kind of way. Very curious to see how things develop. Also, Erik is a really likable kid. Seems like he wants to help and be kind to others, but doesn't always know how to deal with them when they don't react well to that.
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 3, 2024 13:28:12 GMT
Louise’s Descent, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part One UpdateLouise found the absence of her youngest child unbearable. She spent much of her time painting as if she were on a strict commission and must get the paintings finished and sent off, yesterday. She hardly spoke to anyone; when she did it was in sudden outbursts of rage. A dirty sock left out of the washing machine, in error, was often something that set her off. Pretty soon, her sons, who had taken over such chores, scattered. “Erik, aren’t you going to find your brothers?” “No, Mom, I think I’ll stay here and be with you, if that’s okay. May I give you a hug?” Tears stood in her blue eyes. Erik struggled with his own emotions finally realizing what his sister had said to him. He had to find a way to stem the tide. Louise gave a weak smile and bent to hug him. “Are you getting taller?” She said. Erik shrugged, a small smirk on his face, “Maybe. Are you going to be all right? Is there something you need me to do?” “Oh, son. You just continue being you.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* At other times, she found herself roaming the house randomly. Always to end up in the now vacant bedroom Brianna shared with her nanny. The room was kept exactly as it was left. Surprisingly as neat as a pin. In this manner, Brianna was very much like her mother. A place for everything, and everything in its place. Looking around she realized they should have changed out the wallpaper, at least. The decor was that of a baby’s. Joseph found himself on the phone talking with the local, human Psychiatrist. He was glad to realize his efforts of support were just what the doctor ordered. Joseph also spent time talking with their new priest, Father Josiah. His entire world was also collapsing, but he could never let on to his wife. Instead, he borrowed some of the remnants he had from his fateful Mindmeld with S’Bina. The monks sought to shield him from her death, but learned she hadn’t gone so far as to lock them minds together; there was no Bondlink to be concerned over. Joseph wouldn’t experience the mind-wrenching pain of having their Bond savagely ripped apart, which could cause insanity, or death to the surviving Bondmate.Thankfully, on this occasion, these remnants gave him the grace of suppressing his own emotions, that he may be strong for the sake of Louise and their sons, allowing him to continue being her knight in shining armor. Nor did he neglect their other children. Often, he spent time with his boys, making certain they were handling this family trauma. Sitting together in their backyard, gathered around the table, they talked every day. Going over homework issues, making certain they knew what was going on, in a laundered-down version, equal to their level of maturity. “I promise you; she’ll not be gone forever. I know your mother spouts off now and again, about how the Vulcans stole her baby girl, how they are going to use her as a test-rat because of her apparent mind-powers. It’s all nonsense. I’ve gone to see her at the Temple. Those Compti-calls we get are real, Bree is fine. The good news is, she’ll be coming back home very soon, too.” “Well that’s good, because Aaron is turning thirteen soon, and she is turning ten,” Erik said. “Do you think maybe Mom just needs a change of scenery? Like maybe Earth? She does keep saying she should never have left there.” Joseph drew a hand over his red beard. “I don’t know. Maybe. But my job is here . . .Or maybe I should take a Sabbatical, for your mother’s sake. It’s a thought. A good thought, and so long as all six of us can go, it may be just what she needs. I will not leave this planet without Brianna, though, that much is certain. If we decide to do this, it will have to be after the Vulcans are satisfied, she has her Mind Powers in check.” “What I want to know is, is Bree okay? I mean, sure, she looks and sounds fine, but is she just hiding the hurt?” Joey said. “I know her being gone makes me sad.” “That’s very insightful for an eleven-year-old,” Joseph said. “We’ll have to see when she returns. *~~*~~*~~*~~* Several weeks later, Louise was busy sorting through the mail, when she found a large official envelope addressed to her in the mail receptacle. She thought it strange, at first, but given the many ways criminals managed to hack through anything electronic, she realized it was of some import. Not waiting for her family to return for the day, she tore at the heavy paper envelope until she was able to remove the contents. A thick grade cardstock of a lovely blue-gray tint. It read: Your presence is cordially requested at the Tile Placement Ceremony on the Avenue of the Stars, Del Sol Valley, Earth, You are encouraged to select any empty space of your choosing. The Ceremony will begin at Five o’clock PM. We offer our Congratulations to Global Superstar Louise Cantrell. You have ascended to the top of the heap. Cordially, The Committee of the Starlight Academy
“Joseph,” she cried out once he crossed the threshold. “You’ll never guess— It’s something big, something I have worked toward. And we have to be there before five tonight.” “We’re to pick up Bree?” “No, although that would certainly make this all the more glorious.” Joseph continued to gaze at her, seeing almost joy in her eyes for the first time, since their daughter left; raising his eyebrows, hoping she’d continue. “And . . .” “I get to place a tile – on the Avenue ot the Stars.”“Honey, Sweetheart, there is just no way we can get there by five tonight — Even with Warp speed it takes a Star-Schooner a couple of months. Are you certain they meant five tonight? Here, let me see,” he said, fearful she was delusional. After scrutinizing the invitation, Joseph made a few Compti-calls. He explained their circumstances and they apologized for the misprint, leaving the date off of the invitation. “Okay, thank you for your understanding. I just didn’t wish for her to be lose this opportunity.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* Pulling a few more strings, T’Pau came through for him in the end. He loaded his entire family, all four children and his wife into their new Star-Schooner and made the trip to Earth. When all was said and done, the couple took their children out to dinner at Pietro’s Bistro.The return trip, with the family whole, did wonders for Louise. Parting for a second time, however, set Louise back. She was worse than before, plotting to break into the Temple and effectively kidnap her own child. Erik was the one who reported her plans to his dad. “I feel like a rat, a total snitch, but she’s getting a little scary. She even had a whole conversation about her planned break-in with the decal of the dragon on the wall in Bree’s room. That’s how I found out. Dad, she’s just not right. I’m scared for her.” Throughout all of this, Louise painted. If things got tense, Louise painted. This became her release valve. While she painted the world was cutoff and she didn’t have to face reality; so absorbed in her work, as she got. This was her ‘out’. Joseph and the boys learned to just let her be, let her create and work her way through things, if she could. The boys and her husband lit many a candle for her at church. She spoke with Father Josiah on many occasions. He often anointed her with Holy Oil, but did recommend Joseph get her to a doctor. Aaron, during this time was maturing quickly, a sign his thirteenth birthday was drawing near. If only Louise could stop time . . . All for now. Thanks for reading.
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 4, 2024 14:05:45 GMT
I had all but three pictures left to insert when my WIFI winked out on me. I hope to get reconnected with that laptop, soon, so that I can finish the job. It doesn't appear to be here, anywhere. I think next time, once I get the text in place I'll save and then put in the pictures under edit. This is so completely frustrating, you just can't know. I only have that one and one more to complete part one of my saga. So close . . . and yet so very far . . .sob.
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Post by caerfinon on Sept 4, 2024 14:22:13 GMT
You could create your post in BBCode in a text editor on your computer using image tags for the pictures and then just copy/paste it into the forum reply on the BBCode Tab and post.
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 4, 2024 19:10:28 GMT
Teens!, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part One Update
Despite Louise’s Erratic bouts of paranoia, her talking to objects, or things just not there, she rose early to beat the heat and baked her Firstborn a cake. Turning thirteen was a milestone and should not be missed or overlooked. So, she labored over it, stirring the batter by hand, despite the nice mixer that stood on the counter and poured it into the pre-heated pan. Fanning herself, the day was already growing warm. Such was Vulcan. She hated it here and in her own mind couldn’t leave it soon enough. Once the cake was ready, she placed the candles atop it. Soon her family, or what remained of it, would awaken and come downstairs. The sun was blazing. She mopped her brow with her forearm, straightened her clothing and made herself as presentable as possible. Soon her family found her out in the kitchen. “All right, Birthday Boy, step on up, blow out your candles, do the Twirly-thing and let’s make your entrance into a new segment of your life official, shall we?” “Okay, Mom, if you insist.” “I don’t think you have a choice,” Erik said. “Don’t you dare start singing.” “What, not even the ancient birthday song? Sheesh, what a joy-killer you are. Mister Gloomy-Gus.”
“You know, if you two moved over there behind me somewhere, I could do something more than just dribble this ball,” Aaron said. Reluctantly, the two moved off to the side. “Just don’t challenge me, you’ve got meters over me. I can’t get over just how tall you are. You’re only thirteen!” “Dad says the Cantrell men are known for their height.” “I do hope he’s right about that. Did it hurt much growing so tall so fast? Am I going to need some liniment?” “Erik, you know what? You’re still such a dork.” Erik just shrugged. “That’s your opinion and you’re most certainly entitled to it.” “See? That’s exactly why you’re such a dork. Don’t you ever fight for anything?” “I fight to get the chord right. I fight to get the lyric right. I fight to get the song right, okay?” “I will die laughing if you ever make it in the Music World.” “Shut up, unless you want me to plaster your face with your own birthday cake.” Aaron burst out laughing at that. “If you can reach that high! What a dork.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* The fact that Brianna was allowed over to help celebrate her brother’s milestone warmed her heart, but sadly the damage to Louise’s psyche had been done. Her psychiatrist prescribed some medication for her to help quell the Erratic moments, so Joseph made certain she took them. Despite her complaints that she didn’t quite feel herself. “The doctor says over time, that odd sensation will abate.” He smiled as he handed her the tablet and a glass of water. He stood over her watching to be certain she actually ingested it. “I don’t need a Keeper, Joseph,” she complained, placing the small orange tablet on her tongue. “No, but you do need a friend. I’m here and I love you.” Taking a swallow of her water, she opened her mouth wide so he could inspect it. “Sometimes, you’re as difficult as the children. Now I know where they get it from.” He smiled beguilingly at her. *~~*~~*~~*~~* Time swirled by as easily as the wind swept over the desert floor. Aaron turned fourteen, and it was now Erik’s birthday. Rather than try to beat the heat, Joseph suggested they go out to dine at Pietro’s Bistro. The couple had been there for Love Day and found it a nice place to dine. Again, Brianna was delivered into her family’s care. The bistro was just a short distance from the temple. “Erik,” she greeted him with a large smile and a loving hug. “It’s Bug she’s back!” he laughed. “Only for this evening, so don’t get too excited.” A waiter approached the six-top where the family was seated and Joseph quickly ordered a “Blue-Confetti cake, if you please.” “Right away, sir.” Once delivered to the table, the father diligently placed the candles and lit them. “Erik, time to step up.” "An adult size violin! Dad you're amazing, thank you so much." "You can thank me by playing something for us." *~~*~~*~~*~~* All too soon Aaron reached the age of fifteen, Erik was fourteen, and Joey’s birthday was upon them. Again, the family opted to dine out. This time it was to the local Pizzeria, Old Oak Alcove, a reference to the fact their pizza was cooked over a wood fire. Joey had an uncommon penchant for this particular food. Shown to a nice six-top, Joseph ordered a cake and called Joey over to blow out the candles. Chocolate cake was the boy’s favorite. “As sad as this makes me, blow out your candles and do the Twirly-thing. Time has this rapid way of running roughshod right over us.” Through all of this Joseph kept an eye on his sweet wife. Tears stood in her eyes, and he knew just what she was thinking. Would their daughter be brought home for good, come the next year? And if so, just what would she be like, nearly a woman? All for now. Thanks for reading!
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 4, 2024 19:37:57 GMT
You could create your post in BBCode in a text editor on your computer using image tags for the pictures and then just copy/paste it into the forum reply on the BBCode Tab and post. Example: descriptive Text
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Hey, thanks. That's the way I used to do it on the old Sims4 forums. Do the spoiler tags work over here, too?
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 5, 2024 13:32:45 GMT
Decisions, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Final Part One UpdateErik came home from Province High. Finishing up his second year, he sat down in the dining room to do his homework, as was his usual habit, when his cell phone suddenly went off. Curiously, it was Dr. Barker, the school’s principal. What did I do now without knowing I was doing it? Can I just get this done so I can work on my music, please. “Yes, sir, this is Erik Cantrell,” he said using his best cordial tone. “Ah, I can do what? Would you please repeat that, I’m not sure I heard you right. Okay, I have to consult my Dad on that; is it okay if I get back to you on that? Yeah, thank you, sir.” Deciding to do his homework in the case his father wasn’t amenable to Dr. Barker’s suggestion, he finished up in record time. He had to perfect that riff. His heart was willing, he could hear it in his mind, yet is fingers didn’t always agree. He wriggled them hoping this exercise would help. “Oh, hey, Dad,” he said when Joseph took a seat next to him. “I didn’t hear you come in.” “I just thought I should check in with you. It’s been a minute. Are your hands bothering you?” “Only when they won’t do what my mind tells them to. Maybe it’s all this writing I have to do for school.” “Your grades are very impressive, I must say.” “Speaking of marks” Erik said. “I just got a call from the Principal of my school. He says with my progress I can graduate early. I told him I had to talk to you first.” Joseph nodded and gazed at his second son. “What do you want to do?” “Honestly, I’m torn. I’d love to have the time to focus on my music . . .” “Go ahead and graduate early, then. I trust your instincts.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* Glancing out of the window, Louise watched as Brianna was dropped off at the front of their house. The girl rolled her luggage behind her and Louise heard as it thunked up each step. “She’s home! Brianna is home, luggage and all! Oh, she’s home! Everybody gather around her cake, come on! Come on, come on, what a glorious day! She’s home . . .” “Hey, Bug, it’s your turn to Twirl. Has it really been a whole year?” “How are you getting the grades you’re getting when you can’t even figure that one out?” She sniped. “Oh, ho, ho,” Erik grinned. “Did you learn that one from the Temple? Here, let me give High Priestess a call and see just what kind of curriculum they’re teaching. Go ahead and blow them out before the wax gets down into the frosting. Yuk. Oh, and by the way, the cake is over there.” He pointed to the cake on the counter. *~~*~~*~~*~~* "Well, Louise,” Joseph said, sipping at his tea. They were sitting in the Livingroom, cuddling in the center of the sofa, lights low. The kids had all gone up to their rooms. The couple enjoyed a moment of privacy. "You got your wish. We now have a houseful of teenagers. Four of them. All teens," Joseph said. “Yes, we have now stepped into another phase of parenthood. What were we thinking, having them so close together?” She took a sip of her tea, now grown tepid. “Yuk, it’s cold.” A light rapping brought the couple’s focus toward the staircase, as they jumped apart. Erik blushed a bit. “Mom Dad, sorry to interrupt. You act just like a couple of teens who just got caught by a parent,” he chuckled lightly. “It’s okay, I know how I got here. At any rate, I thought you might like to know that I made my decision.” “Oh?” his parents chorused. “Decision about what?” Louise wondered, aloud. “I swear nobody tells me anything in this house.” “Erik got an offer to graduate early. He sought my advice. And?” he gazed at his tall son. Erik edged out Aaron by fifty point eight millimeters. He was six foot two, if he was an inch. “I have contacted Dr. Barker and accepted his offer. I’m going back to bed now. And let you two enjoy your moment.” Smiling the youth took the stairs two at a time in his long gait. Louise’s smile was genuine. “Joey, may I remind you, you’re the one who insisted we have them so close together. What was your reasoning? Hm, let me see, something about your being older?” Joseph shrugged. “My father died when I was still a teen, and I was the oldest. I guess I was rather late in finding the right bride for myself and getting my family started. It’s all good. Our family is whole again, and we’ll make it work. I love you and them so very much. What could possibly go wrong . . .” All for now, thanks for reading!
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 6, 2024 14:42:51 GMT
The Shaking of Foundations, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two Update
The call came in the dead of night. Joseph grabbed his cellphone. “This is Joseph Cantrell,” he said. The voice on the other end was unfamiliar. The man introduced himself as Walter Noel. “I’m your grand uncle’s lawyer. I’m very sorry to bring this news to you. But the old gent deceased last night. Kitchen fire.”“So, he was still able to care for himself.” “Oh, absolutely, in fact he insisted. Said he’s always been on his own and it would be a cold day in Hades were he to surrender himself to the care of another.”“That sounds like Uncle Joe. Capable, except for the fire.” “Yes. We were all very shocked, didn’t see that coming. Listen, I’m calling because you have been named his sole-beneficiary. As the eldest, you get the house, the property and the horses he left behind. Also the contents of his bank account. Your uncle was a very rich man. You are required to attend the reading of the will. How soon can you get here?”Joseph ran a hand over his head, catching the stray wisps of hair unleashed from the tie that held it together, by his slumber. “Two months at the earliest. We’re currently residing on Vulcan.” “I shall postpone the reading, then. Since no one else is mentioned in his will, we have that luxury.”*~~*~*~~*~~* “Dad, what is it, what’s wrong?” Erik said, all but stumbling into his parents' room. His father was seated on the edge of the rumpled bed, his mother surprisingly fast asleep. Must have taken a sedative. For the first time in his young life, his father looked on the worn side. Haggard. “It’s your Great-Uncle,” Joseph said, struggling to get the words out, lest he give into the grief that battered the back of his eyes. “The one you were named for? He’s ancient, isn’t he?” “You might say so, he just had his one-hundred and fourth birthday. Last time I saw him he was still so full of life. You can’t keep that one down,” “Dad?” “Kitchen fire. He apparently tried to put it out, but his efforts were fruitless. Smoke inhalation.” “I’m so sorry.” “What a guy he was, though, I remember when . . .” “So, you’re saying Uncle Joe basically raised you and your siblings,” Erik said. “After your grandfather passed, Uncle Joe did come to live with my siblings and me. You see your grandmother died years before. Uncle Joe was great. He used to tell such outrageous stories. I’m guessing that’s where you get your penchant for such. In many ways you remind me of him.” Joseph shook his head. “We didn’t know you couldn’t see, but you made up some of the most delicious stories about what you were seeing in the picture books.” “Okay, maybe.” Erik had never met the man, but he used to relish the stories his aunts and uncles shared whenever they came over. His father’s family was very close. He knew his dad was really hurting over this loss, too. Reaching over, he placed a warm hand on his father’s shoulder. “Are you going to be okay?” Placing a hand over Erik’s Joseph nodded, slowly. “That’s enough reminiscing for now. Why don’t you turn in and get some rest. We have lots to do, in just a few hours. So many loose ends . . .” *~~*~~*~~*~~* Come the morning, Joseph began the business of resigning his post at the school, and formally withdrawing Aaron, Joey and Brianna from school, securing their records for transfer. Since Erik had already graduated, his last task was to contact T’Lar, as she expected Brianna to return to the Temple upon her seventeenth birthday, so she could sit the time-honored Test, the K’Matra; which would be the final assessment of her control over her skills; how far she could project her thoughts, if she could truly Mindmeld with another. These were crucial tests. Bree would be the very first human to do so. T’Lar who had been amazingly accommodating to this human family, secured Joseph’s oath that he and his daughter would return upon Brianna’s seventeenth birthday. He obtained a realtor and listed the house for a quick sale. Within two weeks, the family was on their way back to Earth. *~~*~~*~~*~~* “I have to say, that was a rather pleasant, and short trip,” Louise said. “I told you two months was the norm. Taking a commercial ship, this time helped. Ah, here’s our cab. Come along kids, slide into the back two seats. I’m anxious to see what the old place looks like.” “Hm,” Brianna said, as the cab turned onto the street at the top of the hill, “looks remarkable considering its age. When was it built again? Eighteen hundred-seventy-four?” “Exactly four hundred years ago, that’s right. Joe took care of it. He always felt that was his mission, after your grandpa died. The lot always goes to the eldest son.” Turning halfway in his front seat, Joseph looked at Aaron “That means you. I always told you there were perks to being the firstborn. “But it’s so big.” “Solution,” Erik said, “get married and have children. That should fill the ol’ place up in no time.” “But I don’t even know if I like kids.” Joey shrugged, “No worries, I can just move in, wife, kids et al.” Erik waved his hand under his nose, “Joey, if you don’t learn to bathe more often, I doubt you’ll even get married. Let alone get physically close enough to make babies.” “What are you saying?” Joey said. The cab stopped at the curb and the family debarked. Taking their luggage, the family began to explore their new residence. “Wow, look at this place, it’s like a moment out of time,” Erik said. As they entered the front door, a small living room space was to their left. On the right was a set of wooden double-doors, the top half of the doors made of ornate glass leading into what Erik spied was a music room. “Whoa, look at that grand piano! Oh, hey, I love this place already.” [ Moving through the hallway, veering to the right the family found themselves in the kitchen. Sadly, the island, with half of it burnt remained, a solemn, sad memory of just why they were here. Joseph caught his breath, “I thought Mr. Noel said this had been cleaned up.
“Spooky,” Joey said. “It’s okay, he’s not here,” Brianna said. “He was a steadfast Believer, and he has gone to his reward. This place is not haunted,” she told Joey in no uncertain terms. All for now. Thanks for reading!
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 7, 2024 15:01:56 GMT
Out of Nowhere, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two, UpdateThe family got busy on the work of settling into the Cantrell House. Built on top of the hill, the view from there was astounding. The residence was not only a Historic Place but was also on the list of sites to see when taking a tour of Del Sol Valley. A constant stream of people walked in front of it. Every now and again a few Paparazzi showed up, but that was due to Louise’s fame, they quickly decided. Going through Old Joe’s paperwork, Joseph discovered the place had not only been brought up to code, but the wiring had been redone over the centuries, as well. This surprised him when they had a kitchen fire of their own. Joey was attempting to cook when the island on the opposite side burst into flames. “Not haunted, eh?” Joey shouted. Thankfully, the teen was unscathed, except for his fright. *~~*~~*~~*~~* As time went by Louise found herself having bouts of nausea. Sometimes she couldn’t hold it in. She was overly tired, had difficulty sleeping at night and in general didn’t feel well. The hot flashes were unbearable, might as well be back on Vulcan. When asked, she told her husband, “I think I just have a case of the flu.” Since she was in her early fifties, now, other symptoms she had suggested her time to have babies was basically over. So, when Joseph urged her to see a physician, the two came back from the visit nearly in shock. They sat the kids down and broke the news to them. Brianna furrowed her brow and said, “I don’t mean to sound selfish, but does that mean we have to give up that fabulous game room upstairs?” “We won’t be needing it, Bree,” Erik said, then turned to his parents. “A baby? Fine time for the four of us to go off to University. The kid won’t even know us.” “I promise we’ll take pictures, lots of them.” Joseph said. “Besides, we expect to see you every Sunday, as usual. So you won’t be total strangers, either.” “Okay,” Erik said. “Better than nothing.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* Later on when Erik was able to get his father alone, he said quietly, “Dad, has Mom gone off of her meds?” “Temporarily, doctor’s orders.” “Really? But what about her — condition?”“Well, that’s a rather antiquated term for it. Your mother is pregnant. She’s fine, the baby is fine and, yes, it has taken us both by surprise. We didn’t think it could happen anymore.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* Erik loved taking long, thoughtful walks. He felt lighter on this planet for some reason. He even considered jumping into the air to see if he defied gravity. Then decided, that wasn’t the kind of publicity he wanted and gave up the notion almost as soon as it crossed his mind. Apparently, the gravitational pull wasn’t nearly as powerful as that of Vulcan’s. He made his way easily down the hill, the road a long, lazy curve, and into the city below. He checked out the Orchid-A-Go-Go Lounge; his mind already planning how he might set about making himself ‘known’, which was required if he was ever going to make it as a Musician. So very caught up in his own thoughts and plans, he was gone longer than he planned. The climb back up the hill was tiring and his muscles started to scream at him. Once again a Paparazzo was standing outside of their front gates. “Hi,” Erik said cheerfully. “If you’re waiting for my mother, I’m afraid it’s going to be a long wait. She’s prone to naps, these days, and then she rises to make dinner.” “Wait, you’re one of Louise’s kids?” “Erik. Erik Cantrell,” the teen said, extending his hand the way his father had instructed them. “I’m Brad Fischer from Sim Beat Magazine. You know, I would very much like to take a few pictures of you. I’m doing a piece on your mother and having pictures of at least one of her kids would make a nice addition. Show the other side of the artist, as it were. The family side.” Erik felt his cheeks warming, knew he was blushing. He inclined his head to the side. “You want pictures of me? Sure, so long as it’s done here at the house with my parents present.” “You’re one smart kid. We’ll be more than happy to accommodate you.” “Thank you, sir.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* The crew came over to the house one evening. Focusing mostly on Erik, the two makeup artists applied powder and not much else to his face. Flanking him as he sat in a living room chair, he gazed up at them, bewildered. Both of these human females were lovely. And he had to confess he really didn’t mind their attention. The photographer was very pleased as he examined the digital images. “Hey, kid, you’re a natural. These pictures are amazing.” When that edition of the magazine came out, Louise was quick to snatch up a few copies of it, before the rest went flying off the racks wherever they were on sale. Erik received multiple requests for him to do a photoshoot, and an interview, after that. Again, he was perplexed, as they informed him he was one hot commodity. He sold magazines. “Face it, kid, you’re now a Notable Newcomer. Before he’d sung a single song, he graced many a magazine cover. The fact that he had learned how to model didn’t hurt, either. *~~*~~*~~*~~* Erik spent time writing songs, playing his guitar, violin and piano regularly. He sang often to the dismay of Aaron, who would never confess to his brother, that Erik had one fine set of pipes. His fussing was just to help his younger brother keep his hat size. Erik didn’t care. He earned a tidy sum for his first photoshoot bumfuzzled by the fact they wanted him to grace the cover of Sim Beat magazine when he wasn’t even famous, not even close. Is this how stars are made?He was astounded, in fact, when he went to the market for his mother for just a couple of items and saw his image staring back at him as he waited in the checkout line. Even more was the reaction of teen girls grabbing at the magazine and the two who nearly destroyed the last copy on the stand, playing a for keeps game of tug-a-war. He blushed. This is crazy.“It’s you!” one of them suddenly shrieked at him, as she took a place in the line behind him, what was left of the magazine, clutched tightly to her chest. “Erik, you’re name is Erik, right?” Erik turned slightly to give her his attention. She took a look at the battered cover of the magazine, for confirmation, “Oh my God you’re even better looking in person! Take a Selfie with me my friends are not going to believe this.” “Believe what?” he asked. “That I ran into you at the market. What are you doing at the market?” Up went a shoulder. “My mom needed a few things. She sent me, is all. Why does that seem strange to you? Don’t you do things for your mom?” “He has a mom, Everybody, he has a mom!” She shrieked, turning toward the other shoppers who had stopped at the top of the nearest aisle to see just what all the commotion was about. Erik shrugged his broad shoulders, a grin playing on the edge of his mouth, “What’s the big deal about that? Doesn’t everybody?” Humans he found himself thinking, grateful he’d kept that thought to himself. Instead, he just shook his head. *~~*~~*~~*~~* Realizing he didn’t want to be just another pretty face, Erik took some of the money he’d earned and rented some time at a recording studio, Taygeta, over in NewCrest. With permission, he traveled there and began recording fifteen songs, all self-written. Already a Notable Newcomer, according to the last Sim Beat magazine cover, with his released album, which shot up in the charts, he was now a Rising Star. Seemed every day his status changed. This is one crazy business.
All for now, thanks for reading!
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 8, 2024 18:29:37 GMT
Out Of Nowhere, Part Two, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two UpdateErik lined up a Fan Meet & Greet at a bar in Oasis Spring, called Stone’s Throw. He was rather intrigued with the theme of the place looking as if it was a watering hole for Space bandits or something. The invited guests, and his family gathered as the Event began. Erik made certain to speak to each of the people who arrived, light chit-chat and thanking them for coming. The Paparazzi were there, too. He spent time posing for them, and also for his fans. He signed autographs, took Selfies and mingled as best he could. Troubled by just how overwhelming all of this was to him. Surreal, he decided. This was all so very surreal. In fact he fully expected to awaken and realize he was still just Erik. Anonymous, dorky, Erik. Glancing around the room, Erik found himself intrigued by a very pretty teen girl, with long, silky blonde hair and big blue eyes that haunted him. Fan? After the Event ended and he got home again, Erik laid awake in his bed for a long while. Partly wound up from the evening, but mostly he kept seeing those blue eyes of hers. Then he was filled with a very odd sensation. Do I know you? Have me met somewhere? I think it’s possible I know you. At least on some level.His Event was so successful that Erik’s status shot up to B-Lister. Not one to sit on his laurels he decided to take part in the Karaoke Contest the following evening. He brought his family along and discovered the very same enchanting girl in the audience. Slowly, he approached her. “I remember your eyes,” he said, when she turned to look at him. “I’ve been thinking about it all night. I have to ask, is it possible I know you?” he said.
She smiled, “That’s a rather creative first line, I must say, but I hardly think so,” she said, Gazing up at his face, she crinkled her forehead. “Yet, your eyes look rather familiar, too. And your glasses, do you attend Copperdale?” “No, I graduated early from Province High, on Vulcan.” “Province High? No way.” “Way. Why would I lie about a thing like that?” “I met a boy there once, in Province on Vulcan. At a park. His name was Erik Cantr--- Wait, isn’t your name Erik Cantrell? Oh, my God, it is you.” Taking out his driver’s license he handed it to her. She stared at it long and hard. Leaning down he said quietly, "Do you ever wish you could roll back time a little and start again?’ Erik asked. Looking nervous she said, “Oh, pleaase don’t bring that up. I’d like to change our first meeting, if that’s what you mean — I still can’t believe I shouted at you like that. Worst, most humiliating day of my life.” She leaned her head into her hand, the way he’d seen her do, a few short standard Earth years ago, as he walked away from the pirate ship. “That’s why your eyes looked so familiar,” Erik said. “You’re that girl. For a moment I thought I was going crazy. You know, I’ve never forgotten you. Not for a minute. If it’s okay with you, could we start again? I would still like a chance to get to know you.” “I . . .” “Hold that thought, if you will, it’s my turn to compete.” With that he took the small stage, took up the microphone, pointed at the mic, and then at the girl, smiling largely, before he began to sing along with the machine, “Hotter Than Sin.”Returning to the table, he said, “So, how did I do?” “I’ve heard your voice on the radio. I just had no idea that was you. You know you’re really very good. I think you just won.” “Oh, no,” Erik said, sounding dismayed. “What, you’re not competing to win?” “It’s not that. Look,” he said, gesturing toward the stage as Aaron stood in front of the Karaoke machine, microphone in hand. “Don’t do it, Aaron,” he whispered. “I take it he’s a rival?” “He shouldn’t be. He’s my older brother. He just suffers from bouts of jealousy, sometimes.” “Oh,” she said. “Well, rival or not he certainly looks as if he’s about to steal your thunder.” “I hope not. I’ve heard him in the shower, he’ll only make a fool of himself, and I’ll have to help him pick up the pieces of his shattered ego.” “You would do that for him? Curious.” “Well, sure. He’s my older brother, we nay not always get along, but I care about him. Don’t do it, please.” A moment later, Aaron shook his head replaced the mic and said, “Erik, that was for you.” He left the stage snickering. “What a tease,” Kayleigh said, “reminds me of one of my sisters. He’s just so pleased with himself.” “That’s Aaron, on most days," Erik said. His phone chimed in his pocket. “Excuse me, I have to take this,” he said as he withdrew it from the inner pocket in his black leather jacket. He nodded as he read the text message. “I have another invitation for a photoshoot, but it can wait until eleven pm, when the Karaoke Contest had ended.” “Oh, good, because those are the rules. If you’re not here at the end, you don’t win.” “This is my first contest, ever. So, thanks for that. You come here often?” “I love music and yes, I enjoy the Karaoke Contests. Shh, wait, wait, wait, here is the announcement,” she cautioned. “And tonight’s winner is . . . Erik Cantrell with a stunning eighty-two out of one hundred points! Way to go, Erik. Be sure to come back Sunday to defend your title.” As Erik headed back to the stage, Kayleigh stood up. “See, did I call it, or what?” “You did. Maybe I should make you my Manager or something.” Erik smiled as Kayleigh merely blinked her eyes and smiled back. “Oh, you wouldn’t like that, I’d be strict. You won’t get away with nothing, buddy.” At the close of the contest, the Cantrell family headed back home. “Can we drop you somewhere?” Erik asked. “And by the way, what is your name?” “What, you don’t remember?” “How could I, you never gave it to me.” “Oh, I guess I really was upset. It’s Kayleigh. Kayleigh Golden.” “I’m very glad to make your acquaintance, Miss Kayleigh Golden. It is miss, right? You are single.” All for now. Thanks for reading . . .
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 9, 2024 13:42:24 GMT
Young Love, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two Update Erik’s heart sang all the way up the hill to Cantrell House. The next day was Night on the Town. Erik paced and wondered just when he should ask her out. Realizing it was just too early in the day, he decided to direct his focus on his career. He did another photoshoot, this time for a different magazine from the night before, Sim Image, which included a nice Interview. This was followed by a concert and then he hit the recording studios to lay down fifteen more tracks to make a third album. As busy as he was, she dominated his thoughts. He couldn’t get over just how much he and Kayleigh had in common. Already he felt a tight bond with her. Steady, steady there, Captain, she’s just a girl, don’t let her lure you onto the rocks. Mom is right, I've never fully gotten over the little girl who gave me a verbal chewing out, that day at the park. Smitten, I'm forever smitten.*~~*~~*~~*~~* Whether they wanted to or not, Joseph insisted his children attend University. “I met your mother there. After my stint in the Marines concluded, I took my G.I. benefits and put myself through school. Got my degree which led to my becoming a teacher.” “But I already have a lucrative career in the works,” Erik argued. “My songs are topping the charts. Sold out concerts . . .” “And that’s fine, for now. But life’s path isn’t always so straightforward. You can hit bumps along the way. Trust me, there may be a time when you’re glad you’ve got a degree to fall back on,” Joseph said. “It happens.” “But” Erik started to add, then merely thought it, instead. How can I do both?“As you each finish high school, I want you to research possible scholarships.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* Aaron finally pulled his grades up, before the others and graduated early, although by then it was several months into the school year, nearly a year. Shortly after, he turned seventeen. Followed by Joey and then Brianna, who also graduated early. Studiously, they each put in for scholarships. Erik, who was really enjoying his free time all but dragged his feet getting around to it. He put out a second and that third album, and then realized just how he could do ‘both’. He took the time his siblings unwittingly afforded him and laid down forty-five more tracks, turned them into three additional albums, that were ready to go. All he need do, is find a spare moment each term, to release an album. This would keep him relevant. Pleased with himself, he got back, having worked on the third album in this additional group, just as the afternoon was coming to a close. Immediately, he called Kayleigh and asked her out on a date, so long as her father approved. “Daddy, please,” Erik heard her say. “Daddy says I can go, so long as you have me back by eleven.” “Will do. I’ll pick you up in an hour.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* Kayleigh met him outside of her house which surprised Erik. He fully intended to meet her parents and introduce himself, properly. He grew a tad suspicious when she insisted, they go. “Are you sneaking out?” he asked. Altogether uncomfortable with that notion. “If you are, I don’t wish to be an accomplice,” he told her. Glancing up at him, she shook her head. “I have permission to go out.” To Erik’s raised eyebrow she furthered, “I just don’t want my sisters to tackle you — and they will. They are a mini mob all on their own. So, come on, if you please.” Erik took her to Pietro’s Bistro, happy to learn it was a franchise and was also in Oasis Springs, not too far from Del Sol Valley. He requested a table, and the two were shown to a nice table-for-two. “I hope this is to your satisfaction, Mr. Cantrell,” the Server said. “This is very nice, thank you.” Kayleigh smiled as she leaned over the table toward Erik. “You come here often enough that they know you by name?” “No, I’ve been to the one on Vulcan, but I hardly think my name was noted.” “Oh, I get it. I completely forgot you’re a Proper Celebrity, now, according to Image Magazine.” “Just. I think winning the Karaoke Contest gave me a boost.” “I hope that doesn’t bother you,” Erik was quick to add, with a smile. “No,” she said, “I’ve been keeping up with your upward progress, thanks to Sim Beat.”“Yeah, I guess they are a bit of a tell-all publication.” “Just be careful to not give them too much information. Sim Image, either. But I would like to ask, what’s it like having strangers know your name?” “To be quite honest, strange. If feels strange. But since this whole planet is rather strange to me, I just take it in stride. Or at least I try to. Besides, it makes me feel more like I belong here. In some small way. I think I miss home.” The Server came forward and Erik ordered for them. Kayleigh watched and waited. Once the Server left, she said, "My Dad says I have to go to university, right after Christmas, at the start of the term,” she suddenly blurted. “Oh? I thought you were Joe’s age and had a couple of years left of high school.” “I graduated early just this past week. See? I’m just not allowed to have any friends. I really like you, Erik. Really like you. To the point my heart is already breaking at the thought of not seeing you.” “Well, now, have you chosen a school, yet? I recommend, Britechester-U. That’s my parents’ Alma Mater. All four of us, my brothers and sister, are going there come the next term, or whenever they manage to graduate early. We’ll be in Wyvern Hall.” “Are you asking me to dorm with you and your siblings?” “I think it could be fun, don’t you?” Before they could finish their conversation, they both looked up at a sudden commotion going on just a short distance from their table. Thorne Bailey was busy jumping up and down, hooting and hollering, doing whatever he could to draw attention. Both Kayleigh and Erik got out of their chairs to see just what was going on. Unfortunately, Thorne drew closer to the young couple until he was almost standing between them. He certainly was making them both uncomfortable. Just when Erik was cranking up his courage to kiss the girl. Figures, you overgrown jerk. Erik caught Kayleigh’s eye. “Let’s blow this place. How would you like to go dancing?” Giving up their table, Erik grabbed her hand and the two took his father’s Hovercraft to Windenburg to the Pan Europa Discotheque. The two eagerly took to the dance floor. “What was that all about?” she asked him, meaning Thorne’s strange behavior. “My guess,” Erik said, standing beside her doing the Cowpoke dance, “is he’s a bit of an attention seeker. A publicity hound. And I don’t like the way he looks at me, as if I’m the very reason he’s still a Proper Celebrity. So am I, big deal.” The time whizzed by, and while the dance floor became packed, at least it wasn’t stolen by one Thorne Bailey. All too soon, the night for them was over. “So, did you decide on a University, yet?” Erik asked, as they drove back to Del Sol Valley. “It depends on if I can qualify for enough of the right scholarships, I suppose...” “The term is coming up, right after Christmas. I do hope we find ourselves on the same campus, at least.” “Me, too. I had a great time tonight.” Erik smiled broadly, “Yeah, it was a good night. Thanks for joining me. Wait, I don’t suppose you would consider . . . being my girlfriend or anything?” “Why Erik Cantrell, you are just full of surprises now, aren’t you. Be careful, I might just take you up on your offer.” “Is that a yes?” Kayleigh squealed, “Yes. Daddy will have my head, but yes.” All for now, Thanks for reading!
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Post by galacticgal on Sept 13, 2024 17:55:31 GMT
Nominated, a Cantrell: The Early Years, Part Two Update
Erik checked the mailbox, sorted the junk from the actual mail, and to his surprise, a curious gray-tinted envelope addressed to him was inside the box. With shaky hands he slit open the envelope and tugged at the heavy cardstock until it cleared it’s outer wrapping. You’re presence is cordially requested at the Tile Placement Ceremony on the Avenue of the Stars, Del Sol Valley, Earth, You are encouraged to select any empty space of your choosing. The Ceremony will begin at Five o’clock PM. On the fifth Day of Winter We offer our Congratulations to Global Superstar Erik Cantrell. You have ascended to the top of the heap. Cordially, The Committee of the Starlight Academy
“Mom! Mom!” he shouted as he pounded up the stone steps of the Cantrell House. “Erik, simmer down, what’s wrong?” Still shaking, he handed over the gray tinted cardstock. Louise smiled, as she saw it. “You’re a Global Superstar, aren’t you. Well, I’m not surprised. You released that second album and it’s soaring up the charts, too. I always knew you would make it. There is all kinds of talk about your first-published song, too. Didn’t I see a notice it’s been nominated for Best Song?” Unable to speak, Erik just nodded his head. “It’s a beautiful song,” she continued, “I just can’t get over the fact you wrote it when you were twelve.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* They went down to the Avenue of the Stars as directed. Due to the season, the sunset much quicker than the family expected. Happily, Louise was there to help Erik pick his place. The newborn tethered to her chest; she did her best to see beyond little Adrian. “How about that one to the left of yours?” Erik said, pointing at the empty space. “Why how nice of you. Most teens can’t get away from their parents fast enough. Oh, I’m just so touched. Are you sure? I mean, really sure?” “Seems good to me.” The family settled down as soon as the director called for the ceremony to commence. At one point Erik noticed that Kayleigh was there, the two stood and chatted while waiting for the actual ceremony to begin. But he walked away from her when the director called the ceremony to begin. Singularly focused on his job, before he could get back to her, he was surrounded by adoring fans. One asked for a Selfie with him, for which he complied, with a smile. Then a small fan jumping all over the place in her excitement, asked him for his autograph. Erik smiled brightly at her, and said, “Why certainly, I’m always happy to meet a fan.” He signed the picture and handed it back. At one point Erik noticed that Kayleigh was there, the two stood and chatted while waiting for the actual ceremony to begin. But he walked away from her when the director called the ceremony to begin. Singularly focused on his job, before he could get back to her, he was surrounded by adoring fans. One asked for a Selfie with him, for which he complied, with a smile. Then a small fan jumping all over the place in her excitement, asked him for his autograph. Erik smiled brightly at her, and said, “Why certainly, I’m always happy to meet a fan.” He signed the picture and handed it back. “Thanks so much. I never met a Superstar before, let alone a Global one. What does that mean?” “I think it means I have fans all over the planet.” “All over the planet?”Erik smiled widely, and said, “Something like that.” *~~*~~*~~*~~* By the time he looked up again, Kayleigh was nowhere to be seen. Joseph decided to take the family over to NewCrest, to dine at the Star Club. It was a rather chic place. The building was stunning. Certainly, an achievement of Architectural design. The family was seated right away, Joseph ordered dinner for them. *~~*~~*~~*~~* Erik’s Starlight Accolade Meet & Greet trophy sat on the coffee table in the corner of the shared bedroom. He lay in the middle bed flanked by Aa ron on his left and Joey on his right, closest to the bedroom door. Poor kid, you still think this place is haunted. For the longest time, Erik watched out the window as a light wind gently shook the branches of the trees on the cul-de-sac that was the top of the hill. Unable to sleep he lay there for what felt like hours. Next thing he knew he opened his eyes to the brightness of the morning. Getting up, he decided it was high time he applied for the scholarships his father advised them each to do. The only thing that drove him was the faint possibility that Kayleigh would attend Britechester-U. Having mentioned it, far be it for him to not attend because he failed to register. “Done, and done,” he said as he sent the last application of scholarship off into the ether. All for now. Thanks for reading.
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