These Scarred Walls :Part 1:"Out of suffering have emerged the strongest souls; the most massive characters are seared with scars."These Scarred Walls :Part 1: by jimnorth
These Scarred Walls
by Roland 'Jim' Lowery
I've got you! I've got you . . . I'm not going to let you go. Look at me. Look at me! I'm not going to-
The dream jumped and scattered liked so many roaches fleeing from a flashlight, broken by a bump in the road. Quinn reluctantly opened her eyes and sat up straight in her seat just in time to hear her father start talking in his standard "everything is going to be okay" voice.
"Girls," Jake said, "I just want you to know your mother and I realize it's not easy moving to a whole new town. Especially for . . . "
The sentence trailed off, leaving an uncomfortable silence in its wake. A few seconds too late, Daria spoke up from the back seat. "Did we move?"
The phantom of an expression flitted across Jake's face, making it look
These Scarred Walls :Part 2:"So, what do you think?"These Scarred Walls :Part 2: by jimnorth
Quinn looked up from her textbook. "About what?"
"She's nice. I like her."
Daria nodded, and they went back to work. The only sound for the next few minutes was that of pencils scratching quickly across paper.
"So you don't think she just wants something from us."
"I'm just saying-"
"Gawd, Daria!" Quinn huffed, leaning back in her chair and crossing her arms. "Weren't you the one who said we should try to make friends?"
Daria quirked an eyebrow. "Actually, Dad said that."
"Whatever. Come on, seriously, Jane's the only person that's been nice to us so far except the teachers, and most of them are all, 'Oh, look at the poor little girl with the scars, it'll make us feel like we're helping out the less fortunate if we're nice to her!'"
"I don't remember any of them using those exact words."
"You know what I mean," Quinn said, jabbing her pencil in her sister's direction
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The thick, round black glasses slipped down the brunette's slim nose as she studied her boots. Shy excitement rouged pale cheeks as she chanced a furtive glance at the object of her apprehension and a guilty thrill went through her when he caught her eyes. He smiled in his lazy way and leaned as close as his position would allow; his warm, spicy scent wafted over her in a way that almost seemed calculated to drive her to distraction.
"C'mon, Daria," Trent Lane cajoled gently as he took her hand, once again using his influence over the younger girl in an attempt, he thought, to convince her to engage in a much-needed act of rebellion. "You only live once."
Just as he planned, the unexpected contact had the desired affect and Daria gave a tiny nod. Under Trent's expert tutelage, the reserved Miss Morgendorffer managed to climb aboard the 1988 Harley Davidson without incident. Before she could begin to grapple with the concept of gripping T
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