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St. Helena Academy Outcasts (Sorrow's Solace and J)

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Erik Grunwald slumped in the backseat of the limo that carried him to St. Helena Academy. St. Helena, he thought bitterly. What a perfect name for a place of exile.

Erik didn't really fit in at home. Unlike his brothers and sister, Erik wasn't really Helmut Grunwald's son. His mother had been enchanted one midsummer's night, and he had been born nine months later. Erik's father wasn't human, and lately his heritage had been making itself known.

Erik had a magical gift that he had almost no control over. His mother knew that sooner or later, one of Erik's "accidents" would happen that couldn't be dismissed or ignored, and she would be ruined. So, she packed him off to a boarding school in another country.

When the school finally came into view, Erik saw that the buildings were made of stone and looked like something from the 19th century, instead of the 21st. Gardens, hedges and walls surrounded the school compound, and gave it a feeling of isolation. It really was like Erik had stepped back into another time. Then, he saw the cluster of satellite dishes and antennas on top of one of the buildings and he didn't feel so lost in the past.
 
A charter bus that looked quite out of place among the sleek limos and cars dotting the wide parking lot trundled up to the Academy grounds, stopping with a shudder and coughing puff of smoke. The doors slid open jerkily and two youths stepped off, the bus making it's way from the Academy a moment later. Both, a young woman and a young man stopped and looked towards the old school and the gardens, nervousness and excitement playing across their faces. As one, they began to walk, matching each other's paces as they headed to the milling crowd of students all dressed in pressed designer clothes. The young man was dressed in black jeans and a dark red shirt as well as well a battered leather coat, a worn backpack flung over a shoulder as he carried a duffel bag in one hand.

He was a slim young man, with a wiry build, fair skin and black, curling hair. His eyes were a bright grey filled with mischief and interest at the scenery, especially of the feminine variety. The young woman beside him however was looking over the gardens and building, a look of interest on her heart-shaped face. She was a slight young woman, with a wiry build, her facial features similar to the young man, enough so to proclaim them twins. Both had stubborn chins, though her mouth was softer then his, her eyes a dark blue green and her hair a bright auburn, reaching to her neck in choppy tousled layers. She was dressed in blue jeans, scuffed boots and an ice coloured top with flowing sleeves. She carried a satchel bag and a battered violin case. They were as out of place as that worn bus, wearing comfortable, simple clothing and their Scottish looks were foreign as well; most of the students were from the US.

"Well, the brochure didnae lie. I can feel the pretentiousness in the air." the young man remarked, while a quirked smile passed over the girl's face. "It also has nice gardens, good classes and the only people that will be te help us out." she replied as he made a face, looking at his palms, were traced with faint scars. She reached out and patted his shoulder gently "We'll figure this out, alright, the both av us." she added and he smiled at her, tossing an arm around her shoulder as they walked to the entrance of the school, many from the crowd watching them with a mix of curiosity, scorn and hostility. They didn’t pay it much attention, walking inside the school to sign up and find their dorms.
 
Erik grabbed his own bags from the car before his driver could. He wasn't lazy enough to let the old man carry his luggage. Erik wasn't surprised to see that most of the other students were letting their servants carry far more baggage than Erik had brought. Then, he saw two of his fellow students carrying their own bags.

They were a dark haired boy and an attractive auburn haired girl. They weren't wearing suits or designer clothes, and Erik saw some of the unfriendly looks they were getting from other students. Snobbish brats who have had everything handed to them, Erik thought glumly. I'm not the only one who doesn't fit here. I'd rather room with those two than any of these snobs. Erik wasn't aware of the passing faerie that heard his wish. The tiny being smiled at its mortal kinsman and used a bit of glamour to make his wish come true.

Erik was given his suite assignment, but he didn't notice that one of the names of his suitemates was female. He carried his bags to the proper dorm, and up the stairs to the door indicated. The common room had an open look, with wood beam and plaster walls, overstuffed chairs and sofas, with tables, bookshelves and desks placed around the room. There were five other doors. Four led to the bedrooms each suitemate was assigned. The last led to a common bathroom.

Erik carried his bags into the room assigned to him. The bed was a larger than he had expected, with a carved frame of dark wood and drapes for holding the warmth in during cold winter nights. The drapes and blankets were deep burgundy and the sheets were ivory. There was also a small window that let a single beam of natural light into the room.
 
The registration process took a few moments and both siblings saw they had a shared dorm in the Northwest wing. Walking over, they entered the main room and paused looking over the common are with mixed interest and curiosity. The area was wide, the walls were painted a cream white to get the most sunlight possible from an above skylight and the furniture was well made, the wooden beams high quality. There was a small kitchenette area with a gleaming sink, counter top made from black granite and fridge. Both twins looked at each other and quirked a brow, an unspoken communication moving between them that while this setting seemed to be quite fancy it would seem regular to most the other students.

Shaking his head faintly, Tristan walked on finding a door with his name on it. Slipping in he paused in the doorway and stared. The walls were painted a deep wine red, making the room feel warm and inviting. A black soft down comforter covered a four poster bed and the dresser, table and desk were made from a rich black ash. There was also a large closet, chest and a small fireplace with a little study area. "Bigger then my room at home." he muttered to himself, starting to unpack.

Mena walked into her room as well, giving a soft gasp as she took in the deep blue walls and the accents of silver, grey and soft green. Her sheets were a stormy grey the coverlet over that the colour of ice. Even with the cool colours the room was still oddly comforting and she placed her things down, looking over the furniture made from a light, blonde wood. Shaking her head as well she strolled out and walked among the hall, peering into another room half open and saw a young man standing there "Oh, hullo there, didnae know someone else was in here." she commented, voice quiet.
 
Erik stepped out of his room, and saw the young woman from earlier coming out of another room. The suites are co-ed? he thought. Then, Erik remembered his casual wish and grew angry with himself for being so foolish. Between the fae, and his own out of control magic, Erik needed to have better mental discipline, or he would be a danger to all around him.

"Hello," he said politely Erik's voice had a slight accent. "It appears we're to be suitemates." He offered his hand, though he kept averting his eyes shyly. "I'm Erik Grunwald. This is my first year at St. Helena." Erik hoped he didn't seem like one of the many snobs with his tailored black suit and Prussian blue tie. He forced what he hoped was a friendly smile past his nervousness. Erik was unused to smiling, and the expression felt a little unnatural to him.
 
Mena paused a moment as a seemingly endless stress of silence passed. Her fair skinned face flushed slight and she felt herself relax a bit as he spoke. He was polite, there was no denying that, and formal enough to make her feel a bit of unease. He was also dressed in one of the best suits she had seen and spoke up before she thought "Isnae that uncomfortable?" she asked, nodding at the suit and paused, a look of embarrassed dismay crossing her face. Seeing the smile, she felt an easier one crosse her face and held out her own slim, calloused hand, giving his a gentle shake.

"Never mind. I'm Mena Firestone, it's good te meet ye." she stated, the embarrassment fading a bit as her brother peered in to see where the voices had been coming from. "Hullo." he greeted, a grin passing over his face "I'm Tristan, her brother. Ye're one av our roommates?" he asked, strolling in with his usual confident ease.
 
Erik noticed the calluses on Mena's hand. They were different than the hands of the overpriviledged and shallow girls his mother had introduced him to in the past. Her smile was also far more genuine than any they had worn. It lit up her lovely face and Erik felt his own smile grow in response.

"Yes," he agreed as he reached up to loosen his tie and undo the collar button of his shirt. "It is very uncomfortable in the warm weather." Of course, it wasn't just the weather that caused Erik to feel warm. Mena was more beautiful to Erik than any of the young women he'd met before.

When Tristan entered the room, Erik greeted him as well. There was something about the other boy's manner that put Erik at ease. Perhaps it is because he does not look at me as if seeking flaws, Erik thought.

"Hello, Tristan. I am happy to to meet you." Erik offered his hand. "It seems only one of us has not arrived."
 
Mena let go of Erik's hand, nodding at her brother "This is Erik, Trist he seems nice so far" she commented, while Tristan looked over Erik with his bright grey eyes, head tilted a moment. "Seems so, then we may not have to shortsheet ye're bed tonight, we only save the good pranks for the ones we like." he commented, giving a mischievous grin as he entered the room. Mena rolled her eyes, half smiling in amusement as Tristan held out his hand "Good te meet ye lad." he greeting. Tristan's hand were slim, not at much as his sisters and his palm and the pads of his fingers were marked by tracing burn scars, some the pinkish white to indicate they were still healing.

Both siblings seemed to brim with energy, and an eagerness that was oddly endearing, more so in Mena. Tristan was filled with curiousity and a vibrant sense of humour that was warm and welcoming, his sister possessed a joy of new experiences and interest that seemed like a breath of fresh air. It made sense in a way for Erik to feel eased around them, they were genuine and open to each other and to those that they met. "Aye, I saw the name on the brass plaque. Someone the Third, or Fifty Seventh or other." Tristan comment a trifle sardonically.
 
The openness of the Firestone siblings was as wonderful to Erik as it was alien. Their playful natures brought a happiness to Erik's heart that he'd never known before. The mention of pranks brought a moment of darkness to Erik's expression. Back home, "pranks" was what the cruel tricks his half-siblings played on Erik were called. But Erik saw no cruelty in Tristan's eyes, nor did he hear it in his cheerful voice.

Erik saw the burn scars as he shook Tristan's hand, and his light blue eyes widened as his smile slipped away. He remembered one of his brothers rigging a firecracker to his bedroom door. He remembered it exploding in his face with such force that his face had felt sunburned afterward, and his eyes had been momentarily blinded.

Erik remembered his brother's cruel laughter, and then hearing the second explosion. Gunter's leg had been burned by the firecracker going off in his pocket. His scars looked much like Tristan's.

Erik later realized that his magic had caused the small bomb to explode. In spite of Gunter being a hateful jerk, Erik still felt terrible guilt for what he had done.

"My fault," Erik said, not realizing he was speaking out loud.
 
Tristan's smile wavered and slipped from his face as Erik's own expression darkened. "I said something wrong, didnae I?" he asked, frowning. He did have the tendancy to stick his foot in his mouth, when he wasn't using his charm on a girl (and at times he had the misfortune of saying the wrong thing as well), still when it bothered someone as much as it seemed to bother Erik, he took notice. He also put his hands in his pocket, his frown deepening, the flush of self-conciousness from the burn scars rising. Mena paused a moment and patted her brother's arm gently, feeling him ease a moment. "Erik, ye alright?" she asked in response to his statement, a tinge of worry for them both in her voice. The look on Erik's face was not a happy one, it was one of fear and pain that made her bite her lip. Tristan watched him "I didnae mean it...about the ah, pranks." he offered, voice sheepish now.
 
It took Erik a moment to return to the present. By the time he did, he saw that Tristan had hidden his hands and both siblings looked worried and upset. Erik felt a perfect fool for upsetting them.

"You did nothing wrong, Tristan. I did." Erik took a deep breath. He had just met Mena and Tristan, but he felt a connection to them, like they were kindred spirits. He owed them the truth, or at least a part of it. "My brothers like to remind me that I... am not as good as them. They do things to hurt me. I... hurt my brother Gunter back. I caused him to be burned. He is scarred now. He will always be scarred." Erik looked into Tristan's grey eyes. He expected both of them to reject and hate him now, but Tristan was the one who had been injured like Gunter. He would be the one more likely to react the worse. Erik knew in a small corner of his heart that he would deserve it.
 
Both twins were quiet for a moment, as he spoke and a long moment of silence stretched out afterwords. Tristan and Mena exchanged a look, an unspoken conversation moving between them. Tristan's face had tensed up and he looked uncomfortable, weighing that with the compassion and worry in his sister's eyes, the kind that he felt as well. "...By the way ye talk of it...it seems like it wasnae on purpose. Can ye tell the whole story?" Mena asked, looking at Erik. Her brother nodded, agreeing silently, both seeming to want to give Erik a chance to speak on, for them to understand what had led to that incident. "What happened te me was...well an accident that no one saw coming, there wasn't much te be done to help it. Sometimes those sort av things happen." he offered, trying to smile.
 
Erik nodded solemnly.

"My brother Gunter put a firecracker on my door at home. You know the kind with the string? You pull, and it explodes? But this was not enough. He put a larger charge inside the firecracker. When, I opened my door, the sting pulled and it went off in my face." Erik sat down and looked down at the floor. "I was blind and my face burned and hurt. My ears were ringing, but I could hear Gunter laughing and mocking me. I was so angry. I wanted to hurt him back. Then, the extra firecracker in his pocket exploded. It blew a hole in his pants and burned his leg." Erik would not cry in spite of the pain of reliving that night. All his life he had been punished for crying and told it was a sign of weakness. "Gunter had to go to the hospital. He will always carry the scars I gave him with magic I didn't even know I had at the time." Erik clinched his fist until his fingernails dug into his palm. He would not cry...
 
At the word 'magic' both of them stiffened, eyes widening in surprise. They let Erik speak and Mena exhaled slowly, reaching out to touch Erik's shoulder gently "Then it sound like an accident, something that ye couldnae control, to me that's not ye're fault entirely. After bein' surprised and hurt like that?" she asked, voice soft, and kind. Tristan nodded, face easing a great deal "Aye....things happen that's out av our control, take Mena and I for instance. Know how I got these scars? I set my bed on fire, in my sleep. With magic." he commented. Mena gave an uneasy smile "Right, we both have magic too...first in our family in generations apparently. That's why were here, te get help...and I'm glad that ye're rooming with us, maybe we can help each other. So, ye're not alone in this either." she added. Tristan and Mena seemed to relax now, even if they just met Erik there was the instinctive knowing that he spoke the truth, and they both wanted to assure him as well as share their relief that they were not alone with the fear and worry of something so alien.
 
Erik was surprised that Mena and Tristan not only weren't repelled by him for what he had done, They were concerned and supportive. He was even more surprised to learn they had magical talents as well. He took a moment to gather himself. Then, Erik stood. He looked from Mena to Tristan and back.

"Yes," he said, with what he hoped was a confident tone. "Yes, we can work together. Help each other. The magic will not control us, we will control it." I hope, he didn't add. Tristan said that Erik wouldn't be alone. It was a new experience for him to not feel isolated and alone.

"My magic comes from my father," Erik said. "He put a glamour on my mother one night and... about nine months later, I was born. I don't know who he was beyond knowing that he was one of the fae. My magic has only become active recently. Mostly it seems to affect natural things, and cause faerie tricks, like with Gunter."

Before Erik could say more, the fourth suitemate arrived. Richard Preston III entered behind his servant.

"Put my things away, Trevor," Preston said to his servant with a bored voice. He paused to look at the other three teens in the common room. He took in how they were dressed, and directed his attention to Erik while ignoring the Firestone siblings.

"Hello," he said to Erik. "I'm Richard Preston III. No doubt you're heard of the Boston Prestons. Do you know when our other roommates will be arriving?"

Erik gestured to the siblings, trying to keep his disgust at the new arrival hidden.

"They are here. May I introduce Mena and Tristan Firestone? I am Erik Grunwald."

"Oh?" Richard said with a smirk. "You two are dressed so shabbily, I thought you were servants. You should be careful how you dress, or someone might think you were freeloading scholarship students."
 
Mena and Tristan had eased greatly since the conversation of magic began, both feeling that at least there was someone else that could understand the tulmult of feelings and fear that writhed in them both. For Tristan, the memory of waking up in the middle of the night with hands that smoked and blistered, the smell of scorching bedsheets and mattress underneath him was still very close. He shivered inwardly, flexing his right hand slowly, recallling how long it had taken to get feeling back into his hands, how long it had taken before he could move them without it hurting and the skin graft surgeries that he had went through, would have to continue to go through as time passed. His hands still hurt at times and it was hard to grip certain things, but...it could have been so much worse.

For Mena it was the mixed terror she had felt during the emergence of Tristan's magic, and when that had subsided she faced strange dreams at night, of storm and seas as well as the disconcerting sense of hearing voices on the wind. Nothing ominous in itself by the words, simple gossip and idle chatter. But to hear them from her room window, or in a crowd when no one else could...it was terrifying. A large part of her thought she was going mad and so far she hadn't said a thing to anyone, not even Tristan. All she mentioned was that she got migraines at times, usually right before a storm brewed, and at times when she was angry or frustrated she felt tight and tense, once getting a glimpse of her face in the mirror and seeing the worriesome image of tendrils of lightning flickering in her eyes. She had closed her eyes immediately and it had faded. Since then she kept calm, thinking it as a fluke, but part of her worried that if her emotions got carried away, the power within, that tense surging feelng would unleash and people would be hurt. It was enough to worry that she was mad...but to accidently hurt or kill someone...that was unthinkable.

She did not give voice to these thoughts, as Tristan shook his head coming back to himself after a few moments. The representative of the school had given them peace of mind by explaining they had a magical gift, and by the look of their aura's quite a strong one. What he couldn't pinpoint was the source of their power that was one of the reasons why they were here, He had also checked their control, which was strong because they didn't know what their magic could do, and both of them ere utterly terrified of the strange power within. When they began their studies at the school they would be able to learn true control and would also learn just what elements and disciplines tied into.

"Hopefully." Mena replied, still looking extremely doubtful. Tristan quirked a brow at Erik's story, while Mena looked merely curious "So...ye have the power from the faes te play tricks? I don't know about ye mate but that sounds amazing" Tristan quipped as the fourth suitemate arrived. Both twins tensed, anger flickering over their eyes. The air around Tristan grew warmer and he exhaled, hands shaky a moment while Mena's back straightened, her jaw tight as pinpoints of light grew and faded in her eyes in a second, to quickly to be noticed.

"Oh, how unfortunate." Mena drawled, voice suddenly becoming ice-cold "We are scholarship students." she said idly, smiling at him thinly.

'Which means-" Tristan added "We have as much a right te be here then ye, and it would be best if we all got along." he commented, tilting his head.

Mena nodded "Aye, that's a great idea Trist. So, let's start over. I'm Mena, he's Tristan. We're ye're flatmates, it's so good te meet ye." she commented, voice calming, becoming more or less friendly as she stepped forwards to shake his hand "Ye're name's a bit av a mouthful, can we call ye Rich instead?" she asked, her smile easing a bit as well, the switch of moods was odd indeed, but she still seemed tense as Tristan watched, grey eyes amused.
 
Erik took his cue from his new friends. He would give the the newcomer another chance. He was prepared to over his hand after Preston shook hands with Mena and Tristan, but instead of doing so, the snobbish boy withdrew his hand with a squeamish gesture, as if he had almost touched something unwholesome.

"Er... yes," Richard said with less of a sneer in his voice. "I seem to have made a faux pas. If you wish, you may call me Preston if you like. Many do." He offered his hand to Erik, but the German youth kept his hands to his sides and flatly ignored the gesture. If the new teen was unwilling to shake hands with Mena and Tristan, Erik had no desire to shake hands with him.

Richard knew he hadn't made a good impression on the poor kids, but he didn't really intend to. But the fact that he was outnumbered made the snobbish youth uncomfortable enough to be careful of what he said. When his wealthy roommate failed to support him, Richard glared at him for a brief moment.

"Well... perhaps I'd better have a look around," he said as he backed toward the door. "See if any of my old chums are about." A stiff nod was his only farewell, then he left.
 
Mena's smile held, as if Preston's impolite gesture didn't faze her in the least. She dropped her hand and Tristan folded his arms, grey eyes icy as Preston offered his hand to Erik not getting much of the way in a response. As he spoke, the youth nodded "Ye do that." he replied, tone cool and impersonal as Mena gave a thin half smile, standing still, the air of a irritated cat about her. "Have fun." she commented as he left and made a face as soon as he turned around. "Well that was less then friendly. I really hope everyone else is no' going te be like that." she mused, shaking her head. Tristan shrugged "The school rep did warn us that there would be some cases of Rich Snob Asshattery." he replied as she chuckled. "Aye, but not in those exact words." she stated, amused now. Looking over at Erik she smiled, the gesture a lot more genuine "Thanks by the way, nice te know someone sees us as more then poor scholarship students. Why don't we go exploring as well?" she suggested, the encounter leaving her restless.
 
Asshattery was a word Erik had never heard before. The image of Richard Preston III trying to wear a hat on his backside caused Erik to bark out a short laugh before he stifled the sound out of habit. Erik managed a warm smile to his friends.

"No need to thank me," Erik said. "Given the choice of befriending you, or that... person, How could I not chose you? You both have character. All of Preston's money can never buy that for him." Erik had to agree that exploring sounded like a good idea. The encounter with Preston had left a proverbial stench in the room, and fresh air was just thing thing called for.

"Yes, that sounds like a good idea." Erik opened the door, then he offered his arm to Mena just as he had been taught to do when going for a walk with a young lady. "What should we explore first?" he asked. There were many buildings visit and the lovely gardens Erik had noticed when he arrived.
 
If Erik had asked the twins would have divulged the information that the word asshattery did not mean wearing a hat on one's backside. It actually meant that one had their head inserted up their ass and wore it for a hat. But that would have to be knowledge for another day. "Hey we got a laugh!" Tristan crowed, looking as proud as if he had caused Erik's first outburst of humour, though with Erik's snippets of information that may not have been far from the mark. Mena shrugged and smiled at him "Most would say that 'character' means 'Uncultured peasants with no sense av tact.'" she comment as Tristan grinned "I'd rather be an uncouth barbarian then." he quipped.

Smiling at him Mena walked back out into the hal, as Tristan bowed to Erik, taking his chivalrous gesture to be meant for him as well "thank ye kind sir" he joked and followed his sister. Both answered at the same time to the question; "Gardens."-Workshops", the latter from Tristan and the former from Mena. "Workshops first, then gardens?" Mena asked and her twin nodded. Both paused and looked sheepish looking over at Erik "Ah, sorry, what do ye want te see?" Mena queried, forgetting for the moment that someone else besides her brother was near.
 
Erik followed the siblings into the hall. They seemed... happy. Not the sort of happy his mother was when the family stock went up or the sort of happy his own siblings felt when one of their tricks caught Erik unawares. It was an unfamiliar, clean sort of happiness devoid of avarice or cruelty. Erik couldn't seem to stop smiling. Perhaps their happiness was contagious.

The quiet youth had nearly expected Mena and Tristan to decide where to go, and not request his opinion. It was, after all, how things were done at home. That his new friends cared what he thought was another pleasant surprise.

"The workshops sound interesting," Erik agreed. "I would like to see them."
 
Mena nodded as Tristan grinned "Te the workshops then!" she exclaimed, not sounding disappointed in the least. Living with her brother had cultivated a passing interest in woodworking and metalworking but her main passions were with music and the arts. The twins set off down the halls, both slowing down to let Erik catch up and walk with them as they left their dorm and moved down the halls. A bit of navigation showed them the main are for a series of workshops and classrooms. One of the open ones showed a small exhibit for different metal works that past students had made, which Tristan made a beeline for, Mena following at more of a sedate pace.
 
Erik examined the metalwork sculptures on display. He was no judge of art, but he thought they all looked well made. There was one that he guessed was made of iron. He knew this because being near it caused a slight, but distracting ache all through his body. It was an unfortunate inheritance from his father. Erik was careful to keep his distance from the iron sculpture as he moved through the shops.

Erik found Mena to be much more distractingly beautiful than even the finest artwork on display, but he tried to not stare. It wasn't just that she was lovely, which she most certainly was. There was a lively genuine quality about Mena and her brother. They were just exactly who they were and made no pretense about it.

There was one metalwork that Erik guessed might be of bronze. It seemed an abstract collection of shapes until Erik viewed it from just the right angle. Then, he saw the parts seemingly flow together to form an eagle with wings outspread.

"Amazing..." Erik whispered.
 
"Beautiful, isnae it?" Mena asked, nodding to the eagle, she had seen the design quickly as well. Tristan was on the far side of the room, pacing around the iron wrought and steel representation of a angelic figure looking intrigued and puzzled all at once. Mena looked around slowly and shook her head faintly "I could never hope te make something lasting like this, Tristan's going to be all fired up te try the shops now." she mused with a small smile. "That is if we can ever get him out av here." she teased and her brother did not change course from his pacing "Heard that." he commented, voice absent.
 
"It is amazing that such... graceful things can be made from metal," Erik agreed. He nodded. "I can't work metal either. My mother would never approve. It's too much like manual labor." When Erik said 'manual labor' it was with a tone of regret for the joys he'd never known due to his parents' snobbishness. "Besides, I can not work iron in any case."

Erik smiled at Tristan's apparent quiet fascination with the metal sculptures. Gardening had been the hobby Erik had wished to pursue. To be in contact with the living earth and to nurture plants had seemed a delightful prospect to the youth as far back as he could remember.

He had once secretly nurtured a tiny rose bush, but his mother had found out and had it destroyed. Erik had done without supper that night. But he smiled a tiny, hopeful smile. If the school will let me, how can you stop me now from gardening?
 
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