Post by Gabriel Adams on Dec 8, 2010 14:59:03 GMT -5
Gabriel had never had a problem with his mother. She had been helpful, she had given a damn, and she had been genuinely pissed when all the shit with Hadley had gone down. Meg had known about her son's problems, and still tried to think the best of them.
But right this second, he hated her.
The letter lay where he had left it, a crumpled envelope with a letter stuffed hastily inside, sitting behind his orange juice. There was a missing person poster sitting in front of him, soaking up water from the condensation ring of his drink. Meg's letter hadn't been very long. Just usual concerns - was he taking any medication, or was he still boycotting it, did he need any money did he ....
Did you do this?
It had been an orange post-it, stuck to the missing person poster. Almost like an afterthought. Gabriel scowled at it, finally wadding up the note and tossing it. No, he had not done that. So far students had stayed out of his range, and he planned to keep it that way. But even the poster hadn't been what irritated him the most.
It was the gall of that creature. That bitch. Gabriel's fingers were laced through his hair, as if he meant to rip off his entire scalp. Along with the letter from his mother, the poster and the post it, there had been a small letter on stationary. Actual stationary. The script was one he hadn't recognized, with the bizarre letter structure he associated with giggling girls in middle school. Silver eyes had raked over it down to the signature at the bottom, complete with a little heart on the 'i'.
Gabriel,
You might be pleased to know I'm attending Pontiex High with your darling -
"Incendio."
The note went up in a spat of flames. Gabriel watched the letter curled together, and scowled. He had read it, and it was just stupid nonsense meant to make him jealous. Already he had an idea for a form of revenge. The screaming letters, what were they called ... anyway, he would send one. It would scare the shit out of her. Gabriel felt himself chuckling, and glanced up from the few flecks of ash and burnt paper on the table in front of him. The poster was wadded in to a ball and tossed airborne.
Immediately a bundle of grey splotched feathers made a dive, snagging it in small talons. The owl itself was just as small, although large enough to be considering intimidating - considering it was diving rather close to Gabriel's head. A screech owl, although what exact specimen Gabriel was unsure of. There were several kinds of that owl. The irritable creature had been the one to bring him the letter, and it hadn't left, even after eating the badly-in-need-of-salt hashbrowns from his plate.
Was it his? He rescanned the letter from Meg, if irritably. Hmm. It wasn't mentioned. But no, the owl didn't appear eager to go anywhere. It landed back on the table, dropping the paper wad and discovering it inedible. It made a soft hissing sound and stuck it's beak in his orange juice.
Well.
He couldn't say his morning hadn't been uneventful. 5749
But right this second, he hated her.
The letter lay where he had left it, a crumpled envelope with a letter stuffed hastily inside, sitting behind his orange juice. There was a missing person poster sitting in front of him, soaking up water from the condensation ring of his drink. Meg's letter hadn't been very long. Just usual concerns - was he taking any medication, or was he still boycotting it, did he need any money did he ....
Did you do this?
It had been an orange post-it, stuck to the missing person poster. Almost like an afterthought. Gabriel scowled at it, finally wadding up the note and tossing it. No, he had not done that. So far students had stayed out of his range, and he planned to keep it that way. But even the poster hadn't been what irritated him the most.
It was the gall of that creature. That bitch. Gabriel's fingers were laced through his hair, as if he meant to rip off his entire scalp. Along with the letter from his mother, the poster and the post it, there had been a small letter on stationary. Actual stationary. The script was one he hadn't recognized, with the bizarre letter structure he associated with giggling girls in middle school. Silver eyes had raked over it down to the signature at the bottom, complete with a little heart on the 'i'.
Gabriel,
You might be pleased to know I'm attending Pontiex High with your darling -
"Incendio."
The note went up in a spat of flames. Gabriel watched the letter curled together, and scowled. He had read it, and it was just stupid nonsense meant to make him jealous. Already he had an idea for a form of revenge. The screaming letters, what were they called ... anyway, he would send one. It would scare the shit out of her. Gabriel felt himself chuckling, and glanced up from the few flecks of ash and burnt paper on the table in front of him. The poster was wadded in to a ball and tossed airborne.
Immediately a bundle of grey splotched feathers made a dive, snagging it in small talons. The owl itself was just as small, although large enough to be considering intimidating - considering it was diving rather close to Gabriel's head. A screech owl, although what exact specimen Gabriel was unsure of. There were several kinds of that owl. The irritable creature had been the one to bring him the letter, and it hadn't left, even after eating the badly-in-need-of-salt hashbrowns from his plate.
Was it his? He rescanned the letter from Meg, if irritably. Hmm. It wasn't mentioned. But no, the owl didn't appear eager to go anywhere. It landed back on the table, dropping the paper wad and discovering it inedible. It made a soft hissing sound and stuck it's beak in his orange juice.
Well.
He couldn't say his morning hadn't been uneventful. 5749