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Chapter 2

“But mom, do I really have to go today? Justin doesn’t have to go to his school!” I whined arguing with my mom. We had just gotten home from grandma’s house & on top of that we had also just moved here last week. –Before we left for grandma’s house - I was tired; I didn’t want to go to my Kindergarten class. Grandma or Justin could watch me while mom & dad were at work. Justin was in High school & grandma was living with us now so it wasn’t like I had to be flown back to England to visit her. – She’d decided that after grandpa died that she didn’t want to live alone & so far away from family so she came to live with us. –

“Simon honey, we’ve been over this; you have school today. You have to go. & Justin just got out of the Hospital & can’t go to school with a broken Arm & leg. Besides, I’m sure you’ll make plenty of new friends in your new class.” She tells me. I sighed, grumbling I left for the car. On the way out I stopped by Justin’s room, he was playing videogames – Typical of him, at least that’s what dad says.

“Lucky” He looked up from his game to me.

“What? I thought you liked school.”

“Used to, I don’t want to go now. I don’t know anyone.” I tell him. Really, it was true, if I didn’t know any of the other kids then how was school going to be fun? Justin just laughed at me.

“You’ll meet someone you like I’m sure. You’re a likable kid Sai.” Sai, it was my brother’s nick name for me. Only Justin was allowed to call me that – not even mom or dad could call me Sai. It was short for Simon. One time I asked him why he spelled it the way he did (S – A – I) instead of just S – I like the first two letters of my name. But he just said that he couldn’t because it was a Spanish, or whatever word for something that I didn’t remember.

“If you say so.” I paused. “How come grandpa died when you didn’t?” Don’t get me wrong, I love Justin, I wouldn’t want him to die but they were both hit by that car … so how come Justin lived & Grandpa didn’t? Justin sighed.

“Grandpa was old, & he was unhealthy. I was taking him in for a checkup when the car hit us. It was inevitable. He just wasn’t healthy enough to pull through all the injuries he sustained.” I looked at him weird.

“In … evabal? What does stupaned mean?” Justin laughed.

“Inevitable & sustained. Inevitable means that there was no way around it; even if Grandpa had been healthy there was less than a 25% chance that he’d have made it. & sustained means that well basically it’s a big word for like received or got.”

“OOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHH!” I think I get what he was saying.

“SIMON! We’ve got to go now! You’ll be late for school.” I heard my mom yell.

“But Mom, I told you, I don’t want to go to school!” I yelled back.

“Well too bad, you have to go, so get to the car.” Justin laughed.

“Don’t worry Sai, you’ll be ok.” I huffed.

“Sure, that’s what you want me to think.” He just shook his head & told me that I’d have more fun at school then I would staying home anyway then un-paused his game & continued playing. I sighed & left his room heading for the car, looks like I didn’t have a choice.

~~ @ School ~~


“Class this is Simon Breez, he’s new here, so please make him welcome.” The teacher announced at the start of class. As I went to my new seat I couldn’t help but notice a kid in the back asleep; she was pretty, from what I could see anyway. I’d seen lots of pretty girls because Justin had a new girl over almost every few weeks but this girl … she was prettier than anyone Justin had brought home. True I could only see half of her face because she was sleeping but she had really pretty mid length dark brown hair and a really soft looking face but of course he didn’t have the heart to wake her up. He sat down & focused on what the teacher, Mrs. Samantha, had to say, we were have our reading lesson. “Alright, Alyssa, Please read the bored.”

“The … cat … was … fluffy.” Alyssa answered slowly.

“Very good. Kathy; your turn.”

“The dog barked a lot.” She said in a matter – o – fact tone. The Teacher looked around the room for others to call on her eyes drifted across me for a second & I saw her smile slightly when she saw the girl in the back. Something told me she didn’t really mind it.

“Simon, how about you?” she asked I stood up like the others had & read the newest line on the bored. After a while Mrs. Samantha announced that it was free time. I watched as she went over to the girl in the back of the room & wiggled her arm slightly. She said something to her that I didn’t catch. The girl nodded & stood stretching & grabbed under her desk bringing out a book & walking over to a corner with pillows & sat down. I watched as another girl looked over to her.

“Look who woke up. Alic’s so lucky getting to sleep during class & not getting in trouble, why does Mrs. Samantha let him do that?” she said. ‘him’? So it was a boy? Well they were a pretty boy non – the – less. Then the questions started again.

“Where did you come from?”

“England, I was staying with my grandma & grandpa for a while with my family.” I answered plainly. So far Justin had been wrong I wasn’t really having fun but every once in a while I’d feel like someone was glaring at me. I didn’t know anyone so who would hate me so soon?

“Really?” A boy.

“That’s so cool!” A Girl

“Why’d you come here?” A boy

“My mommy says that everyone’s backwards over there. Whatever that means.” Another girl said. She spoke with a high pitched voice but then again most of the girls in this class did too but hers was really whiny.

“Well my mom wanted to come back home & -”
I was cut off as someone new entered the conversation.

“It means that they do things differently there, you know how you’re mom & dad drive on the right side of the road here, well in England – or Europe in general from my understanding – you drive on the left side instead. Now, if you’re quite finished, please be more discrete (sp?) with your conversation.” Alic – I think is what the girl had said his name was – said as he glared at the girl, his green eyes gazing into the her hazel ones, though his glare wasn’t quite as effective as he might have liked because his dark brown hair was covering his eyes. His eyes were very pretty as was his hair. I swear he could pass for a girl if he felt like it. Although it didn’t seem like Alic was someone who liked other people a whole lot, wonder why.

“Be more … what?” she asked puzzled. He sighed.

“Never mind, just please be more quiet. I’m still tired.” He says rubbing his eye then moving his hand to the side of his face lightly to emphasize.

“OH! Ok! Why didn’t you just say that first?” She asks. He shook his head.

“I did. It’s not my fault you weren’t smart enough to know that.” He said walking off. Well that was my first conversation with the kid & already he made me mad, but hey, smart kids usually make people mad, well that’s what Justin says anyway. I have to say though now I can see why Mrs. Samantha let him sleep through Reading & vocab. He knew words I’d never even heard of, I’d have to ask Justin when I got home what discrete meant. But really, did he have to get snippy? Sure he was tired but the fact still remained that he had slept through the first hour of class. Somehow I got the feeling that he really didn’t need to be here, that it was really just a get away from the house type thing. It was then that I noticed that everyone had started talking about Alic.

“Who does he think he is; the dictionary?” A black haired boy said.

“Yeah, that was really mean, he called Mandy stupid!” a girl with brown blond hair said hugging the girl that Alic had called stupid – Mandy – to help her stop crying.

“Why are you crying?” I asked her.

“Mandy cries easy when her feelings are hurt.” The girl tells me, Mandy just nodded.

“Just because his mom is a friend of Mrs. Samantha’s he thinks he can do whatever he wants & wants not get in trouble.” Another girl said.

“He doesn’t talk to anyone unless it’s to make them do something he wants or make them cry.”

“My daddy said that he only lives with his Mommy & that I should try to be nice to him, but I don’t want to!” A boy with red/orange hair said all of a sudden. He only lives with his mom? What happened to his dad? The conversations all started to revolve around Alic & how he was ‘so mean’ but if he didn’t have a dad, then maybe he was just lonely & didn’t know how to talk to other people.

“I’m gonna go talk to him.” I said finally more to myself, but the other kids heard me & some of them didn’t think that was such a great idea.

“Don’t, he’ll just be mean to you.”

“You can’t anyway; Mrs. Samantha is talking to him.” I looked over to where Alic had gone back to reading & sure enough Mrs. Samantha was right there talking to Alic. He seemed kinda confused at first then after a little he paled slightly & looked down as if he were thinking of what to do. Mrs. Samantha nodded after a while. When Alic looked up his eyes looked scared. I really wish I knew what was going on. Was he getting in trouble for calling Mandy stupid? Wait another nod & … they were leaving? Where were they going? I started to fallow them but when I saw Mrs. Samantha wipe her face a little I decided it probably wasn’t anything I needed to get into. I watched as Alic & The teacher left the room & Miss. Page came in, I knew her kinda. I talked to her the day when my mom & Dad came to sign me up for this school, she was in the office when we got there & she seemed nice enough but something in my gut told me something wasn’t quite right. I walked over to the open door, ignoring my better reasoning, & leaned out slightly, but I couldn’t hear anything but mumbles. I went to turn around when I finally heard something I could understand.

“Alic.” He spoke his name with force, well what felt like it was supposed to be force when in all actuality wasn’t really very forceful at all. His voice was cracking & it sounded like he was trying not to cry. Was he in trouble? Nah, why would the teacher be sad too if a student was in trouble? The front desk ladies looked taken aback after Mrs. Samantha said something, again I couldn’t hear anything. Then –

“Why didn’t he come home when he promised Mommy, Mrs. Samantha? Why didn’t Daddy come home when he said he would?!” I watched as Alic fell to his knees crying. “Mommy, please don’t die, I don’t want to be alone!” He yelled. Mrs. Samantha looked to Alic crying at her feet. Even from where I stood down the hall I could feel the deep pain that radiated off of Mrs. Samantha's being. I myself even though I didn't exactly have a connection to Alic, just meeting him today, felt sorry for him. Just from the things I'd over heard I felt that he was hurting, What did he mean when he asked why his dad didn't come home on time? Or When he started crying more & that he didn't want to be alone? well then again hadn't one of the kids in class said that he didn't live with his dad? Were Alic's parents divorced? - Justin had a friend who lived with us for a while, while his parents were being divorced, I didn't like him all that much but he was Justin's friend, so I tried to like him. - If that were the case & his mom did die wouldn't he just go to live with his dad? I just didn't get it. Just then Mrs. Samantha signed something, Picked Alic up & left the school. Where were they going? I looked to Miss. Page who was trying to get all the kids to do something I wasn't quite sure of.

"Alright everyone, it's lunch time!" Miss. Page said cheerfully. I turned to face her general direction. "That means, please come over here, Mr. Breez." she smiled. I quietly walked over to the Red, Yellow, & Blue tables in the middle of the room, & sat down.

"Miss. Page?" I asked her name carefully.

"Yes Simon?" She answered.

"I was wondering ... where did Mrs. Samantha go?" I paused. "& why did she take Alic with her?" I finished.

"You met Alic?" she asked slightly surprised.

"Well kinda, I just heard the others talking about him. That is his name right?"

"Yes, & well Mrs. Samantha had to take Alic out of class for a while. They'll be back later." a pause. "I hope." I heard her whisper, I guess Miss. Page didn't teach the class by herself often. After Lunch we had nap time I couldn't sleep so I just lay there awake wondering what was going on. an hour passed and then it was free time, we got to play with all of the toys that were in the room a lot of kids wanted to play in the toy house while most of the one left went to the Kitchen & restaurant play houses. I sat down in the reading cubby that Alic had been sitting in, I looked around & noticed there was a book under a pillow. It could have been Alic's book but then again it also could have been Mrs. Samantha or Miss. Page's book. So I just left it as it was. better to leave it & have the person who owned it put it away then for me to mess with it and cause a panic. I just sat there reflecting on what was going on, on what had happened, on what I needed to do, or what I wanted to do. Whether or not I did actually want to do something about what I had seen or well more accurately heard, but still. after a few moments of reflecting time started to become a blur & soon enough it was time to go home. Alic & Mrs. Samantha had yet to come back & I wondered if they had actually left the school & gone somewhere. When my Dad had gotten to the school to pick me up, there was only two other kids left, I didn't know them nor did I want to at the moment.

"Well sport, you ready to go home?" My dad asked as he walked up.

"I guess." I answered walking to the Red table to grab my stuff.


"What's wrong sport, you not feeling good?" he asked walking over to where I was standing & ruffled my shaggy golden-brown hair. I shrugged his hand away and went back to collecting my things. he sighed.

"Ah, Mr. Breez, it's good to see you again. Simon was so polite & kind today, though he did seem a little withdrawn, is everything ok at home?" Miss. Page asked.

"Oh, Miss. Page, yes it's fine at home, his brother just got out of the hospital with a broken arm & leg but other than that it's pretty normal at home, right Sai?" he asked smiling.

"Only Justin can call me Sai." I huffed.

"Oh, right, sorry." He sighed.

"It's ok; I won't tell him you slipped up." I said my voice slightly detached I didn't care what I was saying at that point; my mind was hazy & I couldn't shake the feeling that something bad had happened today, but I didn't quite know what it was. I shook my head. "Let's just go home; I have to talk to Justin." I said in a more enthusiastic tone. I still needed to ask him what discrete meant.



The next day I went to school I sat through class quietly, answered the questions the teacher asked. Mrs. Samantha was back now but Alic wasn’t. I wondered what happened, was he sick? Sure he looked pretty pale but something told me that was his normal skin tone, but still it could happen. I suddenly shuddered, thinking that Alic would probably go transparent if he got any paler. A hand touched my shoulder & I jumped a little, but when I looked up I was met with my new teacher’s sad gaze.

“Are you alright, Simon? You’ve been spacing out quite a bit today.” She placed the back of her hand to my forehead. “You don’t seem to have a fever.” She muttered to herself.

“Mrs. Samantha?” I found myself asking her in a raspy voice. I hadn’t spoken much today, not even to Justin or my mom or dad. It’d been a pretty Quiet day for me so far.

“Yes?” she answered.

“Where’s Alic?” She visibly stiffened, the hand on my shoulder was pulled away & he gaze seemed to be somewhere else as she looked at me, but it didn’t feel like she was really looking at me, like there was something she was searching for but couldn’t find.

“He’s out sick today.” She finally answered quickly. “But don’t worry, He’ll be back tomorrow.” She added quickly a smile finding its way to her lips, he eyes closing for a moment then she clapped her hands as if to drag herself from her own thoughts and spoke again. It was lunch time now so she announced for everyone to get I a line so we could go eat. The other kids all smiled and talked amongst themselves and after a while even I started to join in with the chatter. None of us actually knowing … knowing what had happened yesterday when the teacher & one of the students had left the school in a fit of tears. No one but me had actually seen anything other than Mrs. Samantha & Alic walking out of the room. No one had noticed the small droplets of salty water dripping from the small boy’s face as he tried not to cry for reasons unknown. After lunch Mrs. Samantha decided that we’d all been good for the first half and gave us an extra free time. I pushed the worries to the back of my mind for now, it was probably nothing but what I had overheard kept ringing in my ears & then what Justin had told me.


“Why didn’t he come home when he promised Mommy, Mrs. Samantha? Why didn’t Daddy come home when he said he would?!”… “Mommy, please don’t die, I don’t want to be alone!”

“There was a car accident today. A woman named Emily Carter was taken to the hospital with many serious injuries; it seems she’s also suffering from insanity. She has a son – they didn’t give the son’s name – it seems she was diagnosed with a mental illness 2 years ago when her husband died, shot in the line of duty. They don’t know much else than that.”

After that bit of information I couldn’t bring myself to tell Justin about what I had heard Alic say. But the words still rang through my head, they wouldn’t leave, God I wanted them to go away! I didn’t even know this kid that well & already he was stuck in my head! I couldn’t concentrate on anything without hear his voice.

“Why didn’t he come home when he promised Mommy, Mrs. Samantha?”…

“Why didn’t Daddy come home when he said he would?!”…

“Mommy, please don’t die, I don’t want to be alone!”
I had had it! ‘Shut up … shut up … SHUT UP! Just shut up already!’ I yelled to the words swirling in my head. Why couldn’t I get rid of them? By the end of the day I was about to snap.

“Simon, Darling how was school today?” My grandma asked me kindly. I clenched my fist around the silverware in my hand. It still hadn’t gone away

“Why? … Why? … Why mommy?” ‘Just shut up already!’ “Why didn’t daddy come home when he said?” ‘Shut up!’ “Why?” his voce echoed through my head. ‘Shut up … Shut up! Just go away already! I don’t even know you! Why are you haunting me?!’

“Go away.” I muttered to myself shaking in my seat.

“Simon?” My mother asked. “You’re grandmother asked you a question.”

“Go away!” My head drooped. “Just go away!”I told myself quietly, lightly sobbing. I couldn’t take it. I stood up quickly taking my full untouched plat of dinner with me to the kitchen. I slammed it down on the granite counter top. “JUST SHUT UP & GO AWAY ALREADY!” I shouted to myself running to my room almost crying. I was to the point where I couldn’t think of anything else but his voice. Why? Why couldn’t I stop hearing his sad pitiful grief-stricken voice floating inside my head? I hadn’t even been the one talking to him! I had yet to speak two words to the brunette boy & already he was stuck in my head. I could hear my Mother calling my name as I ran but I didn’t care. I knew I was in trouble for shouting. They probably thought I was talking to grandma when I had snapped. I laughed pitifully rubbing the streams of tears from my eyes. What was happening t me? “Why? Why won’t you go away?” I asked the voice, I knew it wouldn’t answer me, but I felt better pretending it could.

“I can’t leave, I’m your father.” I heard a voice say in front of me. “Simon what was all that back there? Justin said you were trembling. I scoffed? Had I been? I was so far gone I hadn’t even noticed.

“I didn’t … I didn’t mean you …” I started. “& I wasn’t yelling at grandma or mom.” I added quickly. He raised an eyebrow.

“Then, who, pray tell, were you yelling at?” he asked sitting next to me on my bed. Again my fist clenched, & my jaw tightened.

“The voice… his voice…it won’t go away! It won’t leave me alone! I can’t hear or think of anything other than the voice, his voice, Alic’s voice! I don’t want to but it won’t go away!” I was in hysterics by now my hands had found their way to my head & had tangled themselves in my dirty blond hair, I was doubled over on myself, my eyes screwed closed so tight it hurt, I could feel the drops of water on my face as I started to cry. I could tell my father didn’t know what to say, let alone what to do, but he tried.

“Simon … I don’t … Who’s Alic?” He placed a hand on my shoulder & for a moment … a brief small moment, the voice was gone. I opened my eyes & looked up at my dad with watery eyes. I sniffed but as I opened my mouth again, it was back.

“Why? Mother, please don’t die! Why, daddy, why?!” ‘Why …’ I think I hated hearing that word said by that voice in that way. I swear if I ever heard Alic say the word ‘Why’ like that ever again I was going to hurt him. I bent over again holding my head in my hands. I screwed my eyes shut again. I couldn’t do it. Talking didn’t help, nothing I did helped, all I heard was the voice, his voice.

“Please.” I whimpered. “Go away. Please, leave me alone! Leave me alone! Get out of my head!” I shouted again & again. Nothing helped. I could faintly feel my father’s hand on my back slightly soothing me, or well attempting to anyway. I don’t know when it happened, but at one point I had fallen asleep. I was grateful for the momentary quietness of my mind & never wanted to wake up. But as we all know, all good things must come to an end.

Alic was back in school just like Mrs. Samantha had said yesterday, but something seemed a bit off today, I couldn’t quite put my finger on it though. A few kids went up to Alic to ask where he had been yesterday but all they got from him was a heated glare that sent them all back to their friends with their tails between their legs. Though … throughout the week that was the most animated anyone was able to get the small dark brunette boy his eyes had sunken to an almost stormy green instead of the hard emerald green they had been not two days before. He seemed slower, he didn’t talk, not even to the teacher, he was always the last one in the room, always sitting in his reading corner, not really reading but more like … dying, I could tell Alic didn’t bother with anything anymore, his grades were starting to slip & by the end of the week he had stopped trying all together & just sat in his corner. he’d scared off everyone in the class, a few had tried to talk to him but didn’t get anything, only a few persistent kids were graced with even a glare, & in the end everyone gave up. Everyone but me, I was mad now. This kid had made the last week of my life a living hell, he voice was still trapped in my head & I had had just about enough of it! I was going to get this kid to talk to me, he was going to tell me why he was so upset, & he’d better have a pretty good reason, or I seriously was going to hurt him. I’m not normally a violent kid, honest I’m not, it’s just that this kid, this annoying, little, twit! Was causing me serious damage! I mean I had lost my calm, seep, & my sanity to his stupid voice stuck in my head, & I wasn’t going to live with it anymore! No way no how! I walked over to Alic, the other kids were all going home now, it was only him, me, & the teacher, this was my chance. I stopped in front of him. I still had yet to actually have a conversation with the kid & I didn’t know where to start, I opened my mouth to say something but he beat me to it.
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