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Chapter 6 - Ledger

Chapter 6 -  Ledger The bridges burst and twist around And wanting something warm and moving Bends towards herself the soothing Proves that she must still exist She moves herself about her fist Sweet communist The communist daughter Standing on the sea-weed water Semen stains the mountain tops– Neutral Milk Hotel, The Communists Daughter The years marched on by, crawling and leaping in the unpredictable way years can after the fact. The three boys, separated by race and age were brought together, closer than most others were by their shared secret, sharing joy and sharing fear, sharing lives.  The resentment El felt towards Art, that at first threatened to drive the boys apart had melted quickly away, helped greatly by Art’s reliance on El as a mentor in the art of growing dim. Saj did not have the patience in his heart to be an effective teacher, even with his greatest friends, and the three boys experimented and tested the limits of their fantastic ability
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Chapter 5 - Crossroads

Chapter 5 - Crossroads I'm glad I came here with your pound of flesh No second billing 'cause you're a star now – Hole, Celebrity Skin “Sajan Thapa, people called me Saj.” “People call me Art." The blonde boy introduced himself, looking searchingly at Saj.  " Saj… Oh yeah I know you. You’re the head masters kid yeah, the twin of Raveena? The one who got knocked out? I thought you’d left the school?” Saj had been quite embarrassed about the connection to the head master, and especially wary of talking about the day Thomas Prince had hospitalised him, even with El. Saj was shy, and this shyness manifested itself in a deep and profound secretiveness about his family. Even El, who was his best friend did not know much about Saj's family, apart from his father being the head master. That Art knew this, that Art had remembered this shone a penetrating light into the fog of mystery that Saj had hoped he'd created around himself. In most insta

Chapter 4 - The Blonde Boy

Chapter 4 – The Blonde Boy You should make amends with you If only for better health, But if you really want to live Why not try, and make yourself – Incubus, Make Yourself Thomas Prince had not forgotten the two boys, nor would he. His time in seclusion had left him in a foul temper, and when he was liberated from his confinement into the corridors again he was looking for someone to release the pent up temper on. The squad had quickly fallen in line behind him as he haunted the west wing of the school, shoulder barging his way through crowds and tripping younger students, his preferred self-transportation. Uniforms we compulsory at the school, dark trousers and white shirts for the boys, skirts opinioal for the girls. Navy and red stripes ties were part of the uniform, with an optional blazer. The Squad flouted the uniform rules in the small and petty ways the unimaginative will; trainers and untucked shirts, ties worn loose and dark jeans instead of the trousers

Chapter 3 - ‘Dimming’

Chapter 3 - ‘Dimming’ Dead eyes, are you just like me? Cause her eyes were as vacant as the seas – Smashing Pumpkins, By Starlight Saj and El were nigh on inseparable after that day in the nurses office, and less than a year later their friendship was concrete. Where there was one, you’d find the second. Some of the crueller kids at the school, spearheaded by Thomas Prince, called them the fag and shadow whenever they were seen, but the surprising thing was that weren’t seen often. In fact, if it weren’t for Thomas Prince and his sustained campaign of hatred against the boys, the two would have been left to their own devices and forgotten. Prince was infuriated that he had had to keep refocusing his group of cronies on the boys. Things had marginally improved for Thomas Prince, in that he was no longer shunned by all at the school. After his return to the school, originally ostracised from his peer group because of his vile temper and his perceived racist leanings, he ha

Chapter 2 - The Surviving Troll

Chapter 2 - T he Surviving Troll The choir softly sing; Three lullabies in an ancient tongue, For the court of the crimson king – Yes, In the Hall of The Crimson King Sajin stood next to his locker, wondering what to do next. He’d pocketed the floor plan of the building and his timetable, and now his arms were full of books. He couldn’t get to them with his locker closed and locked. He was considering just how to juggle the five thick textbooks around to under one arm so he could get to his pockets when he noticed the boys walking up to him. Before he could react his textbooks were spilling out of his hands, he groped wildly for them, knocking some further away, managing to catch first one and then two with graceless swipes of his hands when suddenly he started to fall as things went a deep blue, pain lashed across his head and the blue faded to black. He came to later in a hospital bed, his mother, father and twin sister around him. They explained who had attacked him,