Post by Bryce Hawkins on Feb 10, 2008 15:59:35 GMT -5
Welcome to my Happy Ending
I, Bryce Everett Hawkins, have always
wanted to be in a fairytale and
Beauty and the Beast is the one I choose.
Who would have ever thought in little St. Harbour, Maine there could be a bad part of town. But just like every place, you have those that are fortunate, and you have those that make do with what they can. The Hawkins family was one of those that made do with what they could. They had the classic sob story. Sick mother with five children, Bryce being the eldest and the man of the home. But if you look deeper, you’ll see much more than just a family that is suffering. Despite their losses, they are some of the luckiest people.
Bryce was born sixteen years ago, the product of an ill night. Too many drinks and temptation were not a good combination for his fifteen year old mother. They pair survived nine months attached, and Bryce was a healthy baby boy when he was born. Adelaide was still living with her parents, and so did Bryce. His mother continued to go to school, and would spend every moment with him that she could. She had cleaned up during the pregnancy, something she was thankful for every day. Her son had shown her exactly what she had become. A teenage mother, and she hadn’t even crossed into upper-class in high school yet.
After the pressures of High school were through, and a few more years after that, Adelaide finally met someone new. Someone to marry. Bryce was already six by that time. After a small ceremony, the three of them went on their “honey moon”. The first couple of years went by without a hitch. After that the family grew. Five years later, Bryce had a total of four younger sisters. The youngest being born when he was a mere thirteen. He became very protective of his new found family, especially after their father was taken from them by a heart attack. A history of heart disease had run through his step-father’s family, and now it had effected them as well.
By the time Bryce started high school himself, his mother was starting to become ill. The doctors weren’t sure what could be wrong, but Adelaide had many appointments over the next couple of years. Bryce being the oldest was the one to stay home. In school he had a reputation before he could even get there. Teachers didn’t like him, students wondered what was happening. Stories flew all over the school. And the couple weeks a month he did manage to make it in was not enough to quell everything. After a little bit, he just stopped caring. He had a reputation for being a bad kid, bad student, bad all around guy before he knew it.
He went along with it for the most part. He was quiet, had a look that made people not want to ask what was really going on. If someone would say anything about his family though… there would be a fight. A few people over the years had made that mistake, but never twice. At home he was the caring big brother, the one that his sisters looked up to, and the boy his mother depended on. At school he was the bad kid, the one no one messed with, and the kid no teacher wanted to deal with.
His junior year came with more absences than before. The teachers were finally getting fed up with his failing grades and demanded that something be done about it. He isn’t sure what is going to happen next, all he knows is that his absences will continue and he can’t wait to get out of high school.
From another site. >.>
I, Bryce Everett Hawkins, have always
wanted to be in a fairytale and
Beauty and the Beast is the one I choose.
Who would have ever thought in little St. Harbour, Maine there could be a bad part of town. But just like every place, you have those that are fortunate, and you have those that make do with what they can. The Hawkins family was one of those that made do with what they could. They had the classic sob story. Sick mother with five children, Bryce being the eldest and the man of the home. But if you look deeper, you’ll see much more than just a family that is suffering. Despite their losses, they are some of the luckiest people.
Bryce was born sixteen years ago, the product of an ill night. Too many drinks and temptation were not a good combination for his fifteen year old mother. They pair survived nine months attached, and Bryce was a healthy baby boy when he was born. Adelaide was still living with her parents, and so did Bryce. His mother continued to go to school, and would spend every moment with him that she could. She had cleaned up during the pregnancy, something she was thankful for every day. Her son had shown her exactly what she had become. A teenage mother, and she hadn’t even crossed into upper-class in high school yet.
After the pressures of High school were through, and a few more years after that, Adelaide finally met someone new. Someone to marry. Bryce was already six by that time. After a small ceremony, the three of them went on their “honey moon”. The first couple of years went by without a hitch. After that the family grew. Five years later, Bryce had a total of four younger sisters. The youngest being born when he was a mere thirteen. He became very protective of his new found family, especially after their father was taken from them by a heart attack. A history of heart disease had run through his step-father’s family, and now it had effected them as well.
By the time Bryce started high school himself, his mother was starting to become ill. The doctors weren’t sure what could be wrong, but Adelaide had many appointments over the next couple of years. Bryce being the oldest was the one to stay home. In school he had a reputation before he could even get there. Teachers didn’t like him, students wondered what was happening. Stories flew all over the school. And the couple weeks a month he did manage to make it in was not enough to quell everything. After a little bit, he just stopped caring. He had a reputation for being a bad kid, bad student, bad all around guy before he knew it.
He went along with it for the most part. He was quiet, had a look that made people not want to ask what was really going on. If someone would say anything about his family though… there would be a fight. A few people over the years had made that mistake, but never twice. At home he was the caring big brother, the one that his sisters looked up to, and the boy his mother depended on. At school he was the bad kid, the one no one messed with, and the kid no teacher wanted to deal with.
His junior year came with more absences than before. The teachers were finally getting fed up with his failing grades and demanded that something be done about it. He isn’t sure what is going to happen next, all he knows is that his absences will continue and he can’t wait to get out of high school.
From another site. >.>
Etienne nodded with a smile on his face, the same smile that graced his face whenever he was talking to her. Walking a little further up the aisle, he found the liquor she was talking about. She really did know everything. It made her far too perfect in his eyes, but he supposed he would have to get over that. Spending the rest of your life with someone... well, you have to get over their flaws. He continued listening, as the woman on the other end of the line continued to speak. That was until he heard his name, his father's name. One he hadn't heard in forever. Only three people in Sanglignee knew his full name, and that didn't sound like an old voice. Still holding the phone up to his ear, Etienne slowly turned his head to look her in the face. The one he was hoping wouldn't be here. Of course this would happen to him. Why wouldn't it?
"Hey, I gotta go..." he ended the phone call with a soft voice that trailed off even more as he was bringing the phone down. The murmur of protest from the other side of the line was lost on the man and then ended abruptly as the flip phone closed with a soft click. Shit. Alright, he was fine. Sure, she was here. She... obviously recognized him. He would just have to make up some excuse as to why he was here... after such a long time. Wait, stop, breathe. You weren't freaking out about a girl you haven't seen in seven years. Besides, he didn't need an excuse. They both had secrets, hers involved him. He shared, she didn't. He wasn't going to go and be nutzo over her, not again. Though as he continued to look at her face, he realized just how hard that would be. He had moved on, he was happy, and yet he was looking at her and remembering exactly why he had feelings for her in the first place.
He started repeating his fiancee's name in his head, over and over again, sort of like a Mantra. It was what was going to remind him that he no longer belonged in this place. Sure, Sanglignee was great for some people. Obviously Ang had stayed here... Talk, he needed to talk. She was standing here before him, looking down at her feet, and he couldn't think of one word to say. Racking his brain he tried to think of anything.
"I told you never to call me that," he finally let out, a small half smile curling his lips. His voice was soft, so soft that she probably would barely hear him. He couldn't think of anything better? Seven years and all he could think to say is that she isn't supposed to call him Etienne. He was a loser. Plain and simple. Wait, why was he even worrying about that. Giselle, she loved him, and if she found out that he was worrying about what another girl thought like this, she would kill him. Then revive him before the wedding, just so she could kill him as her husband too. She wasn't a jealous woman... unless she felt that there was a reason to be. Her seeing him looking this way at someone else would have her in a fit. Alright, stop. Breathe. Speak.
"So... how have you been?" he asked, not sure if there was anything else to say after that. How do you start a conversation with someone you haven't seen in a while anyway. Was it always this awkward?
"Hey, I gotta go..." he ended the phone call with a soft voice that trailed off even more as he was bringing the phone down. The murmur of protest from the other side of the line was lost on the man and then ended abruptly as the flip phone closed with a soft click. Shit. Alright, he was fine. Sure, she was here. She... obviously recognized him. He would just have to make up some excuse as to why he was here... after such a long time. Wait, stop, breathe. You weren't freaking out about a girl you haven't seen in seven years. Besides, he didn't need an excuse. They both had secrets, hers involved him. He shared, she didn't. He wasn't going to go and be nutzo over her, not again. Though as he continued to look at her face, he realized just how hard that would be. He had moved on, he was happy, and yet he was looking at her and remembering exactly why he had feelings for her in the first place.
He started repeating his fiancee's name in his head, over and over again, sort of like a Mantra. It was what was going to remind him that he no longer belonged in this place. Sure, Sanglignee was great for some people. Obviously Ang had stayed here... Talk, he needed to talk. She was standing here before him, looking down at her feet, and he couldn't think of one word to say. Racking his brain he tried to think of anything.
"I told you never to call me that," he finally let out, a small half smile curling his lips. His voice was soft, so soft that she probably would barely hear him. He couldn't think of anything better? Seven years and all he could think to say is that she isn't supposed to call him Etienne. He was a loser. Plain and simple. Wait, why was he even worrying about that. Giselle, she loved him, and if she found out that he was worrying about what another girl thought like this, she would kill him. Then revive him before the wedding, just so she could kill him as her husband too. She wasn't a jealous woman... unless she felt that there was a reason to be. Her seeing him looking this way at someone else would have her in a fit. Alright, stop. Breathe. Speak.
"So... how have you been?" he asked, not sure if there was anything else to say after that. How do you start a conversation with someone you haven't seen in a while anyway. Was it always this awkward?
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