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Selina scoffed, "I'm thick? That's rich. I at least reckognize that my cousin is a jerk. I told you that the day I got the letter from him early in the term about Violet. But you, Christopher James, always have to be right. Do you know that in the two years we have been friends I ALWAYS apologize first whenever we argue? I always end up screaming and yelling the most, but having you and your sisters back when you need me. But you have this burning passion to always be right or not admit that you were wrong and our argument today, for me at least, isn't about ruddy Nathan, he can be a royal pinhead, but about the way you treat me and Violet for that matter!"
She breathed in fire and continued, "And I am listening. You're not listening! You keep repeating the same five things. But maybe if you weren't such a jealous freak and had not provoked my cousin with some comment about being Violet's boyfriend, which I know you did, and he wasn't such a baby this fight wouldn't have
happened. But you two boys are just two proud to back down! Well guess what Christopher James! You wanna end this fight you better apologize. Because I'm not doing it this time. I'm not going to yield after you yell at me for however long you want to. You think you're
tired of being pushed around? You push ME and VIOLET around. I'm not your girlfriend. I DON'T love you. So our fight is a fight not a battle of who caves first."
Flaming up with more anger she added, "And how dare you even say
that I think that of Violet! I love Violet but she is sheltered. All she saw today was two people she cared about being jerks. That was
what you were today, both of you, JERKS! And you know what she's not going to want to listen to you or Nathan. She is too hurt that
you both couldn't just talk it out like human beings. That you had to
resort to violence. The only story she is going to hear is mine. So my point was valid Christopher."
She turned away from him and muttered, "Keep pushing me away
and see what happens."
Christopher glowered at the red head, simply fuming.
"I'll admit it, I'm stubborn! I can be pretty darn stubborn about being right, but you're being hyppocritical about yelling at me for it. Selina, you're
just as bad! You yell and fight and butt heads just as much- if not more- than I do! I apologize when it's appropriate! I know when I'm wrong and I know it was wrong of me to fight back Selina, I feel like the worst ruddy person on the planet, because you know I hate violence! I hate with my whole heart! But I will say that I had every right to use some defense! I'm not perfect Selina! Not in the slightest!" For a moment, Christopher forgot his anger, and it was replaced with confusion.
"Wait, what? If it's not about m
Nathan, than what-" Be she cut him off with her elaboration. An elaboration that insulted him more than most things she'd said.
"The way I treat you?!?! We're fighting Selina, and we're both
yelling. That's all I've done to mistreat you today! So sorry if I'm
not living up to your expectations!" He said with a roll of his eyes.
"And what have I done to mistreat Violet?! She's my whole
entire world! She's the one who can never be mad at me, well at least I can't be mad at her. How could you even say that?!" "Jealous freak. Your cousin told me he was going to take my girlfriend and that I wasn't worthy of her. Those thoughts run
through my head every day. I wasn't jealous. I was scared." He said it strongly, unashamed. No he wasn't a jealous freak.
No he wasn't a coward. He was just a kid. A kid with too much to loose. And there she went with the whole comments on how horrible he was to her and Violet thing. And it was not true, so it made him mad.
"I'll apologize when I feel it's right! Right now
isn't exactly one of those times. And tell me again just how I push you around. More importantly, tell me how I push Violet around. Because by all means, I'd love to know!" "You're the one who said it! Yeah, she has a right to be mad at
me! She has every right to never want to see me again! I get that! But you acting like you own her isn't right. She can make her own decisions. She's a human being for God's sake. Yes she's sheltered,
but that doesn't mean she'll always be. Look, I'm sorry to both of
you for using violence, I hate myself for it, but that's all I can say sorry for. I can't say something I don't believe in." By this last paragraph, his voice was calm, though his head still confused. He silently prayed that he and Selina could survive this fight, but he wasn't going to apologize for something he wasn't sorry about.
Then, suddenly, as Selina turned her back on him, he was confused
again; but this time, it was by his owl Baltimore, speeding towards
him so fast that he nearly knocked teeny little Selina off her feet. He dropped a letter into Christopher's hands, and gave him a meaningful
look before zooming off. He looked at the owl incredulously and turned back to the letter. His home adress was on it. It was written
in curly, fancy handwriting he didn't recognize. Things seemed to be
getting stranger. Out of the corner of his eye, he even noticed Selina eyeing him questionably. He tore open the letter, and what he found
made him sick. He felt his knees go weak and his mind was racing
as though his
or some one else's life had just flashed before his eyes. Christopher dropped to his knees on the ground, and felt like he would hurl. He dropped the letter and it fluttered down to the ground gently, the envelope close behind it. He sat there for what
seemed like hours, his face blank, his eyes cold, and faraway.
The letter sat there peacefully; its lovely parchment taunting him. It read:
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To Mr. Christopher A. James and Miss Elyon F. James,
It was with a heavy heart we must deliver to you tragic news. Your father, Brian James, fought a long and hard battle with his cancer. He was a brave patient, and a brave man. But in the end, he could not battle it anymore. Brian James passed away last
night at 9:57 p.m. A funeral service will be held over Easter weekend. Here, you may spend mourning time with your close friends and family and collect things left for you in your Father's will.
We are sorry for your loss and wish you the best,
Dr. Perceus R. Smithson,
Head Doctor of Leukemia at the Cancer Treatment Center of London, and the rest of the nursing faculty
It didn't surprise him that the letter had to be sent from the hospital rather from his own mother. But he didn't care. He didn't care about anything anymore. At least he didn't right then. All he knee was that his dad was dead, his two best friends hated him, and he was all
alone.