Briony Fells (underyourskin) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2012-07-03 21:17:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-09-11, briony, daniel |
excommunicated from every holy place
Who: Briony & Daniel
Where: Amazing Grace
When: Post-afternoon recess
Fridays were the kind of day that didn’t really need to be school-days, Briony thought. Especially this Friday. Why?—That wasn’t really a question she could give a satisfactory answer to when asked by the teacher, and didn’t think she needed to. Just because the adults didn’t like her answer, didn’t mean it wasn’t the right one. Or a better one than what they kept telling all of the other children. Though she really couldn’t have said she rightly cared what the other children thought because they were all stupid mortals anyhow. Except Bubbles. The little demon didn’t get why she should pay attention to someone who was probably going to die before she was ever even done experimenting on finding out what happened when you scared a fifth grader enough. Besides tears and maybe peeing their pants – and that hadn’t even had anything to do with her that time.
So just after afternoon recess she quietly asked to go to the bathroom, got an absentminded ‘yes’ – some people just didn’t even want to notice her – and immediately grabbed her stuff from under the teacher’s nose. If anyone had said anything after or even during her escape then it wasn’t like Briony was ever going to notice. Didn’t care to, either. She’d already run to her favourite blind-spot just beside the classroom window, coat and bag hugged tight to her chest as her wings unfurled and she… flew away.
The way that her mother, Rachel Fells, was totally adamant she absolutely could not do even though she had gleefully admitted to it almost every time she disappeared from her room when they locked her in. Briony could hear the argument already.
“But how did you get there, honey? That’s a long way!” It wasn’t a long drop when you had wings, but whatever. Wouldn’t make them sleep any better to believe she’d climbed since neither ever slept. She knew. She checked. “I flew, Mommy, I swear!” It was funniest to tell them the truth when it messed things about like that. Damn, she wished she was a telepath. “Now what have we told you about lying? – Briony?” A long pause, a huff that ended with her bottom lip firmly jutting out… “Lying’s wroooong.” Because Airla and Hayden and all the other kids she went to school with were the perfect examples of how she was supposed to act.
People really didn’t like how she wanted to act. She knew. She’d tried.
And.
And!
There was Daniel! There was Daniel and—oh, ow, stupidface. The crash was not the entrance she wanted to make and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be in the… the… what did you call that bit that should be a graveyard but had no dead people? For a moment, Briony’s nine year old pride was severely bruised. So she unzipped her bag, wings still unfurled, and rummaged around for the extra juice boxes she had stolen from Hayden and Airla. There. Better now. Strawberry was her favourite. And not a one had burst.
“This town has too many churches,” she called. Stabbity. “I couldn’t remember the way right so I had to fly—” Slurp. “—all the way back home and then follow the way Paul drives us.” And now he obviously knew she was there. If he ignored her, she’d sulk.