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Post by Deleted on Jun 6, 2011 0:12:03 GMT -8
He straddled the seat as he studied the gears. He had never done this before. When he was a kid, it seemed like too much of a cliche. Now, it seemed so immature. So juvenile. But Ben didn't care. If Jonathon was going to treat him this way, then he would spend his money and pretend that he didn't.
Dark glasses didn't tell lies. Ben didn't even wear shades normally. But what was he supposed to do with the giant welt on his left eye? He was still sore from last night. He made sure to wear long sleeves, and that his shirt was baggy, to cover up the bruises. He didn't look like Ben. Ben had never looked like this. But he didn't know what else to do.
After paying for the motorcycle, Ben had trouble at first, but quickly got the hang of it and was on his way. On his way where? He had no clue. But he knew what he was going to do. First, he packed a duffel bag. Then, he called his mother up and told her the plan. She protested, of course, but he wasn't listening. And finally, he went to Degrassi.
He didn't intend to do this responsibly at all. He didn't even check her out. Instead, he got the first kid who would pay attention and asked him to deliver a message.
So, four minutes later when Willow sauntered up to Gracie, she wasn't really too pleased. "Tell your father or brother or whatever he is that I am no one's messenger. But since I'm here, he wants you out front" she said, flipping her hair
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Jun 8, 2011 12:48:35 GMT -8
Gracie was walking down the hall to her locker when Willow had come up to her. Someone was here? Obviously, it was not her father. Since he had passed. It had to be one of her brothers. But who? She bit down on her lip. "Uhm-okay. Thanks." she spoke, softly.
Gracie had worn her old school uniform, which was nothing knew. She wore it a lot to school. But she was hesitant about going out front. Gracie hated to skip school. Only bad kids did that. Or so she believed. Stopping by her locker, she put a few things away before heading out front. And that was when she noticed who it was. "Ben?" she whispered. What was he doing here? He never did this. And she hardly ever saw him, either. She walked over. "What are you doing here?"
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Post by Deleted on Jun 8, 2011 13:06:24 GMT -8
Ben raised his hand to take off his shades, but remembered his eye. So, instead, he ran his hand through his hair. He looked straight ahead and nodded "Like it? It was a gift." Sure, sure it was. He shifted gears and looked back at her "get on. Mom knows I'm getting you"
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Jun 12, 2011 21:20:21 GMT -8
Gracie looked at the Motorcycle before looking back to her older brother. She folded hr arms. "Mom knows? And she's okay with this?" She was not so sure. Why would her mom be okay with this? But why would her brother lie about that. So she just nodded and walked over, getting on.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 12, 2011 21:28:21 GMT -8
Ben waited until she was on and he had sped off "well, maybe not so much as ok as she knows she didn't have a choice" he said with a grin. "Dont worry. You won't be in trouble." This was a stupid idea, taking off with his sister. But at least his mom knew.
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Jun 12, 2011 22:53:17 GMT -8
"Are you sure?" Gracie did not want her mother getting mad at her. She usually tried to avoid trouble. The girl hung on tight as he sped off. "Where are we going?"
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2011 17:32:18 GMT -8
Ben sighed "I'm gonna take you somewhere mom and dad took me, Nathan, and Faith when we were kids. Every summer. But dad stopped years before you were adopted. So this'll be a treat for you" he explained as he got on the freeway
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Sept 25, 2011 17:46:01 GMT -8
A special spot? Okay. Something did not feel right here. This was Ben after all. He never exactly wanted to hang out with his little sister. And why should he? Gracie was the same age as his own kids. And it was just whatever to her. Who cared, right? She had her mother. She had Nathan. At least they cared.
"Uhm-sure?" It came out sounding more like a question. No. Don't go. Swallowing, Gracie ignored her conscious and hoped on the back of the motorcycle, putting on the spare helmet.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 25, 2011 19:59:43 GMT -8
They were starting to attract a crowd. Ben peered over his shoulder at the kids who were whispering their theories on who he was. In the corner of his eye,he saw his daughter with tears in her eyes. But Ben couldn't worry about what he did to Hannah. Sure, it wasn't fair. But Ben had bigger things to worry about. Looking at his sister, Ben cleared his throat. "ok, here we go," he said, pulling out.
He should leave. Ben considered how easy it would be to just take Gracie and never come back. Jonathon made it very tempting to do. Swallowing the lump in his throat, Ben got on the freeway. He was thankful that his helmet covered his tear-stained face. He didn't want her knowing that he had been crying.
The motorcycle made amazing time. Ben reached Cambridge in twenty minutes instead of ten. Ben spotted an old hotel that they used to stay in. The bike wa s sputtering, anyways. It was out of gas. He'd have to fill it later. Parking, he stood up. "we'll check in before we go" he explained as he headed to the lobby. But, he kept the helmet on. |
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Post by Gracie Julie Forrester on Sept 25, 2011 20:25:37 GMT -8
This is wrong. Wrong, wrong, wrong. It felt wrong. Something was so very wrong. But what? Drugs? Alcohol? Abuse? Criminal behavior? There was just something off about this whole thing. But as they drove off, Gracie just stayed completely quiet. She never really talked with her brother much at all. She never knew exactly what to say to him. And to be honest, she did not think that he really liked her all that much either.
As they parked, Gracie quickly jumped off, hurridly taking off the helmet. "Check in? Where are we? Why? Mr. Del Rossi..." she stopped. Gracie never had a real relationship with her brother. She never knew what to say, what to call him. Gracie cleared her throat. "Mama's gonna be mad."
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