Where are we today? Oh yeah: new chapters.
Now, first off, I had a busy day washing cars and watched Mr. Robot, which I suggest people catch if you get the chance because it’s great. I also managed some writing last night and this morning, and I’m getting this out now because after 11:30 my day is pretty much gonna be taken up with derby stuff.
So, one act ends and another begins. We’ve gotten through Season of Change okay–and what’s up next?
Yeah, the next couple of hundred thousand words is gonna be a trip straight down the road into Hell more or less. I will say it won’t be all bad–after all, we’ll see Annie’s and Kerry’s Yule Holiday in this act–but the rest of it’s gonna be a bit nasty. I mean, life can’t always be nice, right? That means it’s gonna get rather unnice for the kids for a while.
And what’s the first part of this new chapter?
Yeah, we know all about that new student. Though we’ve actually met her before this moment, as far as the rest of the school is concerned, she’s a brand new witch.
Let’s get introduced:
(The following excerpts from The Foundation Chronicles, Book Three: C For Continuing, copyright 2016, 2017 by Cassidy Frazee)
Kerry woke both feeling out of it and having an incredible need to go to the bathroom.
Doing everything by rote he threw back his covers, swung his legs off the bed, and popped up on to his feet. The moment he was certain he wasn’t about to fall he headed for the door and proceeded out into the dimly lit common area between the bathroom entrances and the spiral staircase. Normally he came right awake almost as soon as he opened his eyes, but this time he felt as if he was sleepwalking his way to the bathroom. He figured it had something to do with how tired he was before going to bed—
He stepped on the hem of the right leg of his sleep pants and nearly tripped. He wrapped his fingers around the waist band and felt how loose the felt around him. Kerry didn’t understand this as he was good about fastening the drawstring and making sure it was secure. He hitched up his pants and began fiddling with the drawstring as he continued towards the boy’s bathroom. Without looking up he raised his right hand to push the door open and walk inside.
Kerry crashed into the unmoving door and was instantly awake.
What the hell? He took three steps back and affixed an unbelieving stare upon the door. At no time in the little over two years of time at Salem had he seen any of the boy’s bathrooms locked, nor were any of the coven bathrooms, even late at night. He continued staring for several seconds, regarding what happened as a possible fluke.
He walked up to the door, placed his right hand upon it, and gave it a push.
The door didn’t budge.
It wasn’t just locked: it didn’t move at all. To Kerry it felt almost as if he were pushing against the wall. He gave the door another shove with his right hand and when that did nothing, he put both hands against the door and pushed as hard as he could.
Nothing happened: the door remained close.
Kerry leaned in and rested his forehead against his fingers and he wondered what to do next. Given that he needed to pee, and soon, he considered heading down to the first floor and using the A Level bathroom. He wouldn’t expect that one to be closed—but then, he never expected this bathroom to be closed, either. It didn’t matter: he had to go, and a bathroom was a bathroom.
He pushed himself back and was about to give the door one last shove—
His hands were directly in front of his eyes.
There was something different about them.
Kerry started at them for several seconds trying to figure out what was different. They were his, yet there was something…
Slimmer. The fingers were slimmer. And shorter.
He held his hands before his face, continuing to stare for a few moments more before Annie’s voice spoke in his head: Check your hands; check your hair.
The realization began dawning slowly as he lowered his hands to his waist. He took a couple of deep breaths before reaching up to the side of his head—
Instead of touching his cheek he felt long strands hair against his face.
Oh, shit. Kerry whipped his head around and instantly found his vision obscured by a mane of curly ginger hair. Brushing it out of his face he looked about to see if anyone had entered the common area while trying to get into the bathroom: the space was empty and quiet. He closed his eyes and calmed his breathing. It’s happened, it’s here. What should I do next? Wait for someone to come and get me?
The pressure in his bladder was a reminder that he had unfinished business. However, since he wasn’t getting into the boy’s bathroom, that left the only alternative…
Kerry stepped to the right and stood in front of the entrance to the girl’s bathroom. Knowing he had no other option, he placed his hand upon the door and applied a little pressure. With only normal resistance the door cracked open.
Kerry pushed it open the rest of the way and hurried inside.
Yeah, this is it: Kerry’s other half has finally made her appearance, and damn it all, the first thing that happens is she gets locked out of the boy’s bathroom because, well, she ain’t a boy. However, you’ll notice I keep the male pronouns in place during this excerpt: I did that I would imagine that if Kerry had some kind of ongoing narration going on in his head he’d likely still be thinking “boy” at this point. Once the action moves to the inside of the bathroom that’ll change: you’ll see.
For now, however, we’re at the start of his voyage of discovery–
We’ll continue with all that tomorrow…