Escaping Tethoris Page #3

I wrote this is show case a fictional view of reality. The plot line is based on a childs mind and their perspectice of hop, joy, and difference. I wonder the lonleness of myselfthough Jason to attatch this sense of connection to the audience. His story has no soft edges, just like mine.

• Fiction

								

Although, once they separated and he was left with his father, it all went
downhill. Upon further inspection, there were small child-like tables, and the
windows weren’t as big just just enough to be found comforting. Just before
he started to walk towards a window a child pulled at his pant leg.
“Excuse me, but what's your name?”
Jason felt somewhat soft at this moment, he looked down and
followed suit.
“Jason, my name is Jason”
The child smiled and walked away, holding her stuffed bunny.
Jason was caught back, not because of the child's reaction, but because for the
first time he put his guard down. Something his father taught him to keep and
pride in. He was right from the very beginning, this place is going to set some
changes, and he wasn’t sure how to feel.

Jason started making his way towards the window and leaning on the
wall next to it. He watched the rain pour, each drop was more comforting than
the last, clashing the subtle tones of the children talking about him, and
submerging all focus outside. The birds were sitting underneath a ledge of the
window just across on the side, and the trees looked troubled as their leaves
pointed down. The longer he looked the more he wondered, will his mothers
car ever reach this town, or even stop to see him?
Just as Jason began to wonder something grabbed his attention, right where
he was at the front of Gindwell, there was a car. It was gray and shiny, it
looked like something his father would ask him to scheme for. Then the door
opened and out stepped a girl, one with a bright yellow clip.

A Well Rested Complication

Jason watched the girl from afar, she looked pressed, possibly about
the fact she was sent here of all places. Or just like Jason, she too sensed the
change and found it unwelcoming. She stood there like nothing was
happening, waiting for others to guide her. Not even a flick to wipe the rain
from her face, or the now drenched clothes she wore. Next to her was a car,
gray and small, it had a wealthy name to it, and if anyone could tell
beat-broke from wealth it would be Jason. The rain poured faster and the
same faces who once greeted him came rushing out with an umbrella.
Although it seemed before they went inside, a woman and man stepped out
and began to talk. From the looks of the conversation, it was serious, and they
handed them a folder that looked to be filled with papers. Some were pouring
out of the open hinge at the top, red, orange, and white paper.
“Colored paper must be important”, Jason thought to himself.
He rolled his eyes, sometimes he wondered why he cares so much. Was it the
interest or curiosity, possibly it had to do with the little he had going on at the
moment? Either way, he tried to look away, but in the corner of his eye, the
girl became more and more prominent. Much like the stars when his life
changed, and to no surprise there was a star sitting on her head, holding a
portion of her hair back. Soon enough the conversation was over, the man
and women left, letting the other three walk her inside.
He looked at the girl more intensely before she went inside, as he
noticed something he hadn’t before. A big brown spot on her forearm, he
assumed it was a birthmark, which was rather unfortunate. Within seconds,
brown eyes met blue, it was a swarm of anxiety-ridden anger-struck tones

that, only until after Jason realized, were none other than the girls. She had
been looking straight his way, but for how long? Did she notice his stares or
the hair on his head? It was rather messy, but why would it matter to her, she
was a nobody to Jason. Still, he patted his shirt, fixed his hair, and sat more
properly, for one sole reason.
No girl has ever locked eyes with him before.
Minutes later, no other than Ms. Clip was standing in the front doorway
herself. Everyone, almost in unison staired and Jason joined for only seconds
before looking away. The rest were quiet and some children went up to her.
Others our age were among themselves and seemed like she wasn’t the ‘sort’
to be around. It felt like a memory, she walked to the back of the room and
stood there, obviously uncomfortable. Jason could see her more clearly, her
hair was wavy and a nice shade of light brown, her skin was pale, and her
face shape was small but structured. She looked angry like she just got done
with a huge argument and she still had more to say.
Before he knew it, once again their eyes met. Jason thought to himself, “I
need to stop getting carried away in nonsense”
Her eyebrows raised and she started walking towards him with increasing
speed. As if he was the destination of buried treasure and she wanted the first
look.
“Why were you staring at me,” She asked without a second to even
understand the situation. She sat down on the beanbag in front of him, and
rather informally he may add.
“Hello, are you deaf or something?” Jason noticed he was spacing off again,
he noticed her voice this time, sweet, but mature it was comforting among the
rest. Remind him of someone, but he couldn’t place exactly who.
“I wasn’t,” He said it with such conviction he almost believed himself.
Crossing his arms, he looked away trying to ignore her, hoping she would
leave him alone.

“Yes you were, I saw you” She seemed more irritated now, and Jason was
scared it was going to end poorly. However, he started something and if he
learned anything for his father it was how to end it, with pride.
“Maybe you need glasses then, because you’re blind as a bat” Jason was blunt
and straightforward, his father would be proud. Her face got red, and just then
Jason knew he made a mistake. He should have apologized and moved on,
but he was too prideful, hanging on to past lessons. Her fists glowed as they
tightened, and then she stood.
“Why you little twat!” Her voice got higher, grabbing Jason's shirt she pulled
him towards her and looked him dead in the eyes. It should be mentioned
Jason has never really had experience with girls, so whether he liked to say it
or not, at this moment he was dumbfounded. Although the more she stared at
him the more Jason got to see her face, her eyes weren’t brown, they were
hazel, must have been her bangs obstructing his conclusion earlier, her nose
was small, and her face had a natural blush to it.
“Say that again and you’ll regret it, you hear” He knew she was serious, but
once again a lesson swooped in, never back down from a fight no matter
what.
“Please you’ll only a girl what could you-”
Just then Jason without notice had landed on the floor, confused. A sharp pain
went through his face and he immediately reached for it.
“You punched me!!” His voice was higher than usual and he was in utter
disbelief. It would have been smart for Jason to have stood down and noticed,
maybe his father wasn’t so good with the ladies. After all, he would bring one
in every night, which was probably the greatest red flag of them all.

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