Board Thread:Fun and Games/@comment-35702393-20180628083548/@comment-34320391-20180710072227

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One suggestion is that, can you add Newt there again. Newt could walk out the door the moment you too come in. Newt could be nervous/guilty, trying to avoid Cora especially.

Here's my first part, might be edited. I'll finish my other tonight.

Nik

The moment the meeting was declared dismissed, Clerik and the Auxillary Officer rushed to the Mess Hall doors and opened them, without a word. Parents of the suspects, now convicted arsonists, us, rushed in to question us, support us, disown us. I had no-one to look for, so I kept my eyes searching my jeans, as I waited for my mother to approach me.

I heard Trista next to me let out a sob, as she quickly separated herself from the rest of the group, us. She was angry at us, angry at me. She was never one to get in trouble and I knew Trista's parents would be horrified at such a prospect as today.

"Ingermans are considered to be the most intelligent, among clans, we are the wisest. Ingermans are known for avoiding trouble, an impeccable strength to have. They are rarely known to look for trouble and in my lifetime it has never been heard of an Ingerman being called up for a crime. We may be a sub-branch of the Ingerman clan with a bit more adventure in our blood than most, but we are NOT a Morgan, a Thorston or a Jorgenson."

''Wait, did you just insult my friends? And specifically Red?''

I clenched my fists but remained quiet. I hadn't gone completely stupid in the last few weeks.

"You don't need to be told that you have completely shamed our family name, me, and yourself. I'm worried for you, Nik. You would never do anything wrong, and then to decide to harm our nation's precious forest? The forest that you know I endeavour to protect? I'm completely duped to see you do such a thing! It's like I don't even know you!"

''You don't. You don't know me at all. And you know yourself I didn't do it! Just think outside the box for once!''

I still avoided eye contact with the fierce woman, but I opened my mouth, to speak, in slight protest.

"Don't you dare argue! No, I won't hear of it. I would never have thought to see my own son, I would've believed anything, but all the concrete evidence proves it's you! I support you, no, I supported you, but it all adds up to you! Unless the Thorston's find anything different, which I doubt they can, you have to own up to your crimes."

My shoulders sagged, my insides deflating. I'd always loved my mum, but with her against me, my foundation inside me crashed down. I... was truly alone. My head lowered even further in shame.

"And don't just think of yourself! Think of the others that got in trouble because of your actions! Just, just look over there right now!"

My mother pointed to another mother in the hall, and a crying girl with long blonde hair. Trista. Trista was an emotional wreck. Her mother had a stern yet understanding face on her, as Trista cried in her arms. Trista's mother, Josie was her name or something. Josie looked at us, at me, angrily.

''It was my fault. My fault. All my fault.''

"Just look at her, the poor girl. Her third day here at Berk, and she's been charged by the Berkian Council for arson. And all because she decided to hang out with her well-mannered cousin at a party. And look where that got her! She's in trouble for the first time in her life. She was always a sweet girl, the perfect daughter. And look what you've done!"

I couldn't take it. She was right. All of it. Without me in the picture, Trista would've been fine. ''And Trista wouldn't have followed me unless... Oh no.''

A flashback to the tearful Trista at Riley's party passed my mind.

''Oh no. Trista still hates my guts, because I tried to support Red, who now also hates my guts for some reason. And Newt hates my guts because he saw me leave Trista crying, and so does Riley, if he's not dead, who hates my guts because I 'ditched' Red. And Cora must hate my guts for chasing after Riley because I'd wrongly accused Riley while he was talking to Cora. And now mum hates my guts for 'lighting a fire', and so does that guy Arkin, and Majapi, and everyone else in this freaking world!''

I was never one to cry, but the world around me and now inside me had gone crashing down. I left out a stifled sob, my mum still oblivious and still ranting on about my behaviour. The sob became a tear, and I began pouring out, crying, dead to the world. My mother finally noticed me and comforted me, but it was too late.

I stumbled home, my arm around my mum, but me, still dead to the world. I couldn't see straight through the stream of tears but could feel my mother's firm hand on my shoulder. But as much as I could see and feel, I knew I was alone.

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Pretty sad, yeah, but I feel like it's a bit disconnected in the middle (too many ideas). I'll look over it later.