Black and White

Chapter Seven.

  Hey, sorry about the wait.  I've been in Florida sans WiFi for nearly two weeks, and when I got back it was all, school, work, school, work, blah blah blah. :]  Any way, here you go.  Sorry about the shortness, it was just so dang difficult to get through this boring--but necessary--bit, and onto the meatier stuff. 

I also wanted to ask if you guys have any songs you'd reccommend I listen to for a slightly....uhm....***SPOILERS*** Well, there's a bit of violence, and I can't seem to get into the right mindset no matter what I play.  I mean, Eminem should be angry enough, right?  Wrong.  I even tried some Skillet, and it too failed me.  If you have suggestions, I'm begging you, let me know. 

That's all.

Enjoy! <3  

Lisa

PS(If you've never had a Cadbury Egg, you need to.  It will change your life, I swear it.  Only....I think it's only in the US for a limited time, right around Easter.  Just a forewarning to all you procrastinators.) 

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Black and White

Chapter Seven

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              The first thing I noticed about Crestview was its size:  it was tiny.  What had seemed a sprawling metropolis to my child self, was no more than a three stoplight town.   It was only a few miles off the highway, but somehow seemed a lot farther when the landscape’s dominated by dense forest.  The sight of it gave me a pang of homesickness, and a more lingering feeling of dread.  If the house I had left behind was home, what did that make Crestview? 

                I heaved a sigh as we drove down Main Street—Yes, it was actually called Main Street—past a handful of humble storefronts, café’s and offices.  Eyes blatantly watched us pass, one little girl even pointed.  I sighed.

                “I told you we should’ve gotten the Avalon.”

                “Nonsense, dear.”  Gran turned slightly in her seat to frown at me.  “Why shouldn’t we drive what we want?”

                I rolled my eyes. “No reason except what you want to drive is a Porsche.”

                Gran ignored this, turning back to the front.  I watched the colors outside the window begin to blend as I zoned out, thinking.  I didn’t remember any of this.  Oh sure, I had glimpses of memory, but they all centered on my home and James’.  I flinched.  James.

                I had only briefly remembered James in the chaos that was my introduction to Order society.  Just long enough to realize he existed.  How sad is that?  I forgot my best friend.  Granted, it had been ten years since the last time I saw him, and it’s not as if we parted on the best of terms.  Still, it showed an appalling lack of loyalty.  I selfishly wondered if he still thought about me.

                Smacking my forehead against the window, I told myself, no.  He wouldn’t remember me.  Probably wouldn’t recognize me now.  I could count that as a blessing.  I wanted the two enforced years here to go smoothly, and that meant flying under the radar. 

                “There’s your school, Eleanor.”  Grandfather gestured out the windshield at one of the strangest buildings I had ever seen.  The original structure remained intact, comprising the whole front facing side of the school.  As you looked farther, it appeared that each renovation had added a chunk as needed, paying no attention whatsoever to the overall  building and merely slapping in on any convenient wall.  Toward the very back was a portion with two levels.  The overall effect was that of the child’s block set, stacked carelessly, and left forgotten.  I smiled.