To Live or Die: Segment Two

Fiction By Emily Grace // 5/22/2011

                                                                        Segment Two

A Boy to Meet

 

“So…who exactly is he?”

“Apparently, he’s the son of Commander Rhymes.”

“Rhymes…didn’t he die in war a few days ago?”

“Yeah, guess his son was moved over to this camp.”

“And Zidzendoff wants his head?”

“Guess so. He must be a real nuisance to him; like Stevie Hood herself.”

“And why does Gibbs want us to meet him?”

“Cuz we have nothing better to do. It’s not like they let us fight in the war anyway, even though your grandfather stated that any girl that could bear arms could fight if they wanted to,” Bobby said, accenting the last thirteen words, hoping that someone would hear her.

“So we have to meet him?”

“Yup,” Bobby said frankly.

“Kaleigh! Bobby!” they heard from outside. They both walked out. “The boy is in Captain Gibbs tent.”

“Wonderful,” Bobby said sarcastically. As the girls walked off, Kaleigh whispered, “Now, Bobby, don’t be too excited.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t be.”

They made their way to the tent and casually walked in. A boy of about seventeen sat on the ground with his head resting in his hands.

“Well, guess he doesn’t want visitors, we’d better leave,” Bobby whispered, turning around and starting to walk out. Kaleigh grabbed her arm and pulled back in. She looked at her with a ‘what do you think you’re doing?’ expression on her face.

“I’m leaving, duh,” Bobby said quietly, reading Kaleigh’s eyes.

“Oh, no, you’re not. This is going to be good, you’ll see.”

“Yeah, whatever.”

The boy looked up. “You must be the girls that Captain Gibbs sent for me.”

“Sent for him???” Bobby whispered in Kaleigh’s ear. “Who does he think he is?”

The boy stood up and walked towards them.

“I’m Keaton Rhymes,” he said friendly, extending his hand. Kaleigh took it and shook it.

“I’m Kaleigh Crest, this,” she said, nudging Bobby. “Is…” When Bobby didn’t say anything she nudged her again, harder.

“Bobby Rainwater,” Bobby said with sickly sweetness, refusing Keaton’s hand.

Keaton stared at her with a look of confusion on his face.

She stared back at him.

He stared at her.

She lifted her left eyebrow.

He widened his eyes and stepped back.

“What?!” Bobby shouted. “Never seen a girl lift her eyebrow before?!”

“Not that high.”

Bobby rolled her eyes.

“He needs a life,” she mumbled under her breath.

He furrowed his eyebrows and turned towards Kaleigh. She leaned towards him. “She’s just creepy like that.”

He nodded slowly.

Bobby looked at them both and cocked her head. This is going to be terrible, she thought.

 

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Kaleigh and Bobby left the tent after a few hours of talking. When they got far enough away from the tent, Bobby shouted, “That was terrible!”

“I thought it was wonderful,” Kaleigh said, staring off into space.

“What?”

“It was wonderful,” she said, starting to twirl gracefully away from Bobby. Bobby ran over to her, grabbed her shoulders, and shook her violently.

“Have you gone mad!?” she asked.

“No, don’t worry; I’ve always been like this.”

“Yeah...I think you’ve lost it.”

“No, I haven’t; I’m perfectly fine. After all, I did just meet Keaton.”

“How could you like Keaton so much? You just met him!”

“He’s cute,” Kaleigh said, surprised, as if she thought Bobby didn’t notice. “Didn’t you think so?”

Bobby turned around; her face looked as if Kaleigh had just died.

“I’m scarred for life,” she muttered. Then she turned back around. “NO, I DID NOT THINK HE WAS CUTE!!!”

Now Kaleigh looked scarred.

 

Comments

LOL!

This story is actually pretty funny at times.

“He’s cute,” Kaleigh said, surprised, as if she thought Bobby didn’t notice. “Didn’t you think so?”

Bobby turned around; her face looked as if Kaleigh had just died.

“I’m scarred for life,” she muttered. Then she turned back around. “NO, I DID NOT THINK HE WAS CUTE!!!”

Now Kaleigh looked scarred.

 

Haha! There has to be more soon--love it! 

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Madeline | Fri, 05/27/2011

everything was better when/you would call and I'd be like/yeah babe, no way

My favorite part has to be

My favorite part has to be about the eyebrow. It's so - YOU!

Emily Grace | Fri, 05/27/2011

 hahaha that was marvellous.

 hahaha that was marvellous. I love the eyebrow part. your writing style is great.

Renee | Fri, 05/27/2011

-Anna

-Anna

Emily Grace | Fri, 05/27/2011

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