The Thanksgiving holiday in the U.S. is almost over and I’m wondering where it went, for this year it seemed like I was out doing something every day. I haven’t done anything today, but I need to mail out a package and then do laundry ’cause I’m out of clean knickers. And a girl can’t have that.
Oh, and yesterday I had my nails redo because the mani/pedi I’d had the week before sucked. The one I have now is much better and even though the place I went to was a bit pricey–though probably not more than what I’d paid the week before–I loved the staff and the treatment, and they even squeezed in time for a brow waxing.
Also, last night, I finished the first scene of Chapter Six. All it took was 1,159 words, which was a lot more than I expected to write, but write it I did.
I’m also within a few hundred words of seventy thousand words, which means I’ll likely hit that mark today. I hit sixty thousand on 9 November, so I wrote ten thousand words in nineteen days for an average of 3,685 words a week. It’s still a bit below my old average of about five thousand words every week, but between 9 November and yesterday there were five days where I didn’t write towards the novel. Knock that down to fourteen days and my average comes up to–why, exactly five thousand words a week. Booyah.
Getting back to the excerpts and the kid’s departure from their Hotel in Paris, who came up and greeted Annie? Well, let’s find out:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016 by Cassidy Frazee)
She turned and found Erywin standing behind her slipping her mobile into her purse. “How are you, Professor?”
Erywin gave Annie a slight smile; it was necessary when they were around other students to be addressed by her title, least they believe Annie was getting some sort of preferential treatment. “Doing well, thank you. I just received a text from the Headmistress—”
“Where is she?”
“She’s out of the airport meeting with a few caseworkers and receiving numbers from the flights on the way into Boston. Turns out we have thirty-nine A Levels coming in.”
A slight smile emerged upon Annie’s face. “That’s more than we had last year.”
“And quite a bit more than we had your year.” Erywin glanced around the hotel lobby at the students waiting for the bus to the airport. “We also have two students coming in from China: from one from Macau and one from Shanghai. It’s a rare thing when we get one student from China; now we have two.”
“Why don’t we have more students from China?” Annie had always found it a bit surprising that the country with the largest population in the world appeared to have so few Aware children.
Erywin shook her head. “We can discuss this when we get back to the school.” She looked about once more. “Where’s Kerry?”
I’ve known for some time why there aren’t a lot of Aware kids winging in from the People’s Republic of China and that issue will get addressed at some point in this novel. Needless to say it’s likely going to be a bit surprising, though probably not when you think about it.
I already have my new kids set in their covens and my attendance totals updated, because that’s something I’ve spent a couple of days working upon. And Phee may–well, you never know what she’s gonna do. Okay, I do, but you don’t. I’m funny that way.
Now, where is Kerry?
Annie looked past Erywin towards the hall leading to the staircase. “He’s coming down in the lift with the luggage.”
Erywin stayed focused on young girl for her. “I’d of thought you would come down together.” It was only when Annie didn’t answer that she pressed ahead. “What’s wrong?”
Annie moved closer so she could speak in a lower, softer tone. “While we were at dinner Kerry sent the text to his parents last night. They didn’t respond by the time we returned, so he text again this morning—and they didn’t respond.” She looked away for a moment as she drew in a breath. “He sent out another text while we were at lunch—”
Erywin didn’t need to hear more. “And they haven’t responded.”
There was the barest of nods from Annie. “Yes.”
A look of disgust formed upon Erywin’s face. “Son of a bitch.” She shook her head out of frustration. “Do these wankers have any idea what they’re doing to this boy?”
Annie did her best keep her emotions from showing, but her eyes betrayed her anger. “Since they’ve ignored three of this texts, I believe the answer is yes.”
Erywin leaned slightly forward: while she didn’t want to give the appearance that she was having a serious discussion with Annie, she didn’t want the other students to overhear the conversation. “Is he really bringing down the luggage?”
“He is, but…” Annie close her eyes and sighed. “He asked me to come down ahead because he didn’t want me to see him upset.”
Kerry is still trying to connect with the parental units and they are still blowing him the fuck off. Annie knows he’s upset, but right now she figures he needs a moment alone because he’s been on an emotional roller coaster for three days and likely needs to get it all out of his system. Sure, Annie could let him cry upon her shoulder, but sometimes you gotta give that significant other a little personal space even if their are your OTP and soul mate forever.
We know Erywin isn’t happy with what’s happening either and she has something to say–
Erywin padded Annie on the shoulder twice. “Sounds like he needed a moment alone. He knows if you had stayed, you’d have done everything possible to cheer him up and he probably wasn’t ready for that.”
Annie swallowed hard as she glanced away. “Ever since arriving blaming himself for his parents not saying goodbye.” She looked at Erywin, her eyes cold and angry. “I’ve done everything I can to convince him is not at fault—”
“Still he feels guilty, as if there was something he could’ve done to prevent that from happening.” Erywin scratched her forehead. “It’s a common response among students who have suffered—” She hesitated for a few seconds before finally saying the words. “Among children whom are suffering from mental and emotional abuse.”
A moment of silence passed before Annie was able to speak. “So you do believe he’s being abused.”
“At the moment it’s only an opinion.” Erywin glanced around to see if anyone was listening. “If Kerry were to allow me to counsel him, I could make a case for parental abuse.” She exhaled a soft sigh. “It’s getting him to agree to counseling that’s difficult.”
Finally, a professional says it: Kerry is being abused both mentally and emotionally. The whole “We’re just going to leave you go to school and not say a thing” is nothing but a dick move designed to work his feelings, and it’s working wonders. Also, Erywin recognizes that he appears to blame himself for their dickish actions, which is something an abused person often does because they internalize that they are the cause of the dickishness being fostered upon them.
It’s not a secret that Kerry isn’t at fault for anything. He came out as a witch and his parents had a silent shit fit for most of the summer that eventually escalated into a massive crap attack once his mom discovered that Kerry could do real life changing things. But rather than sit down like adults and discuss the matter with him, they figure they can work his last nerve until he breaks down and asks for some kind of forgiveness.
It’s like they discovered he’s gay and they can’t handle the gayness–though it’s far more likely they’d handle that far better than the whole witch thing. At least there wouldn’t be a hidden fear that one day–
Hey, I said I was gonna make these kids suffer and I ain’t lying. And what doesn’t kill you tends to fuck you up and give you unhealthy coping skills, but we’ve a ways before we get to that mess.
It’s just a matter of when–