Threads of the Tapestry
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult +
Chapters:
4
Views:
1,644
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Chicken Feed
AN: Okay, I noticed I got the sentence "J is much quicker than M" backwards. That was intended to read "M is much quicker than J." because he was talking about how long it would take...Gotta love dyslexia! Lol.
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Mesha was just about to fall asleep from the boring, nattering monotone voice of the second teacher he\'d come across; his history (or as the Canadians call it, Social Studies) teacher. This guy was old, fat, and balding; it was a good thing this wasn\'t the era for world war two, he\'d be sent off to the gas chamber PDQ. He had to marvel at the ideas that Hitler had; racial perfection. There was a lot of flaws with his ideals, though. Focusing on the Jews and the blond haired blue eyed humans wasn\'t what he needed to do; it would have been far smarter to focus on those with genetic disabilities, hereditary diseases, and contagious diseases. Hitler had the power to eradicate that which crippled all nations, not simply those who weren\'t favored with his favorite race, or hair color. Hitler himself was half Jew, and resented his mother; that was all that stood in his way to becoming a righteous historical figure instead of what the people at the time thought him of the Anti-Christ. Hitler had been killing his mother over and over again; but no one dared tell him that. No one dared argue with him. At least in Israel. If he\'d only switched on the correct facets of his brain, Hitler could have been the one who yanked the world free of disease. The possibilities were endless; no more AIDS, no more Leprosy, no more SICKNESS! But no, the demented German was far too absorbed in the constant slaying of his mother...
*RIIIIIIIIIIING.* Mesha nearly jumped out of his seat as the noise snapped him from almost-dozing to wide awake. Several of the students were scrambling up out of their seats and off out the door, while the teacher was screeching out some assignment. Mesha didn\'t bother trying to hear it; he wasn\'t about to do any homework. It must be lunch time though, he thought, as people ran off down the hall like crazed squirrels that\'d been left in a cage too long. He sauntered casually after them, after sliding his bag over his shoulder. They\'d all be going where the food was. He wasn\'t particularly hungry at the moment, but then again, he didn\'t feel like waiting until he got home to eat. That would be stupid; and then his mother would scream at him for ruining the dinner she\'d made all day. Things were better left the way they were supposed to be.
The cafeteria was large, and reminded him of a war-camp tent; closed in, with rows and rows of fancier-looking picnic benches. Maybe having loose chairs around was too much of a risk with these teenagers these days; someone might try and hit one on someone else, or something. Adults in America were so very paranoid; worried about every little thing. Loose chairs, leather coats, and apparently, the students themselves. What grounds they had, was news to him. After a moment, he spotted Jeniviv. She was worming her way quickly through the crowd, taking places in line that the quicker ones had obtained; likely those blessed with a classroom closer to the cafeteria than others. He smirked faintly as she pushed a nerdy-looking kid aside, and took his place third in line. The little guy started to glare at her and was about to protest, but Mesha decided this was the best time to look cool, and strode over as the short, skinny, thick-rim-glasses, wearing flannel, zit on the face of society started to bark at Jeniviv.
"You, you nescient, obtrusive, feckless, insipid, malignant, PEDESTRIAN! You don\'t excogitate the feelings of your peers, your sole interest is in yourself! I must insist that you assume your proper position at the rear of-" Mesha collapsed a hand on the thesaurus-brained loser\'s forehead, and shoved him hard out of the way. The feeble boy flew back as if a horse had struck him in the chest, and struck his head on the corner of the desk. A group swarmed over, as Jeniviv went on to get her food. It was as if she didn\'t care or notice anything he\'d done. Frowning, Mesha averted his eyes to the kid he\'d assaulted. A lone brow rose as he noticed a faint stain of red on the kid\'s head, near the back. He didn\'t push him THAT hard, did he?
"Smooth, Mesha..." the goth kid spoke up, who\'d appeared from nowhere behind him.
"Goth-boy, right?" he replied, mocking the usual name association. "He was in way." he shrugged, turning away to step from the area. "None here will be telling on Mesha. They know better. If not, they will find selves on the floor too."
"You know you could get expelled for that, right?"
"Ehh. No. Mesha\'s father is....how you say...holding a strong name. He hears they make Mesha leave, he come and make pain be to teacher. Mesha\'s father...well off?" he explained, struggling with the complex language that he\'d only just barely gotten a grasp on.
"Hmm. I wouldn\'t be so confident about that. If the government arrests your dad for assault-"
"They won\'t. They fear Mesha\'s father. You do not get, Mesha\'s father is not nice."
"Well, at least people won\'t fuck with you now..."
"No, people not fuck with Mesha." After a long pause as the two boys started to amble down the hall, out of the cafeteria, goth-boy as Mesha deckaled him, spoke.
"If you\'re not gonna eat that shit for chicken feed in there, let me show you the REAL food around here.."
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Mesha was just about to fall asleep from the boring, nattering monotone voice of the second teacher he\'d come across; his history (or as the Canadians call it, Social Studies) teacher. This guy was old, fat, and balding; it was a good thing this wasn\'t the era for world war two, he\'d be sent off to the gas chamber PDQ. He had to marvel at the ideas that Hitler had; racial perfection. There was a lot of flaws with his ideals, though. Focusing on the Jews and the blond haired blue eyed humans wasn\'t what he needed to do; it would have been far smarter to focus on those with genetic disabilities, hereditary diseases, and contagious diseases. Hitler had the power to eradicate that which crippled all nations, not simply those who weren\'t favored with his favorite race, or hair color. Hitler himself was half Jew, and resented his mother; that was all that stood in his way to becoming a righteous historical figure instead of what the people at the time thought him of the Anti-Christ. Hitler had been killing his mother over and over again; but no one dared tell him that. No one dared argue with him. At least in Israel. If he\'d only switched on the correct facets of his brain, Hitler could have been the one who yanked the world free of disease. The possibilities were endless; no more AIDS, no more Leprosy, no more SICKNESS! But no, the demented German was far too absorbed in the constant slaying of his mother...
*RIIIIIIIIIIING.* Mesha nearly jumped out of his seat as the noise snapped him from almost-dozing to wide awake. Several of the students were scrambling up out of their seats and off out the door, while the teacher was screeching out some assignment. Mesha didn\'t bother trying to hear it; he wasn\'t about to do any homework. It must be lunch time though, he thought, as people ran off down the hall like crazed squirrels that\'d been left in a cage too long. He sauntered casually after them, after sliding his bag over his shoulder. They\'d all be going where the food was. He wasn\'t particularly hungry at the moment, but then again, he didn\'t feel like waiting until he got home to eat. That would be stupid; and then his mother would scream at him for ruining the dinner she\'d made all day. Things were better left the way they were supposed to be.
The cafeteria was large, and reminded him of a war-camp tent; closed in, with rows and rows of fancier-looking picnic benches. Maybe having loose chairs around was too much of a risk with these teenagers these days; someone might try and hit one on someone else, or something. Adults in America were so very paranoid; worried about every little thing. Loose chairs, leather coats, and apparently, the students themselves. What grounds they had, was news to him. After a moment, he spotted Jeniviv. She was worming her way quickly through the crowd, taking places in line that the quicker ones had obtained; likely those blessed with a classroom closer to the cafeteria than others. He smirked faintly as she pushed a nerdy-looking kid aside, and took his place third in line. The little guy started to glare at her and was about to protest, but Mesha decided this was the best time to look cool, and strode over as the short, skinny, thick-rim-glasses, wearing flannel, zit on the face of society started to bark at Jeniviv.
"You, you nescient, obtrusive, feckless, insipid, malignant, PEDESTRIAN! You don\'t excogitate the feelings of your peers, your sole interest is in yourself! I must insist that you assume your proper position at the rear of-" Mesha collapsed a hand on the thesaurus-brained loser\'s forehead, and shoved him hard out of the way. The feeble boy flew back as if a horse had struck him in the chest, and struck his head on the corner of the desk. A group swarmed over, as Jeniviv went on to get her food. It was as if she didn\'t care or notice anything he\'d done. Frowning, Mesha averted his eyes to the kid he\'d assaulted. A lone brow rose as he noticed a faint stain of red on the kid\'s head, near the back. He didn\'t push him THAT hard, did he?
"Smooth, Mesha..." the goth kid spoke up, who\'d appeared from nowhere behind him.
"Goth-boy, right?" he replied, mocking the usual name association. "He was in way." he shrugged, turning away to step from the area. "None here will be telling on Mesha. They know better. If not, they will find selves on the floor too."
"You know you could get expelled for that, right?"
"Ehh. No. Mesha\'s father is....how you say...holding a strong name. He hears they make Mesha leave, he come and make pain be to teacher. Mesha\'s father...well off?" he explained, struggling with the complex language that he\'d only just barely gotten a grasp on.
"Hmm. I wouldn\'t be so confident about that. If the government arrests your dad for assault-"
"They won\'t. They fear Mesha\'s father. You do not get, Mesha\'s father is not nice."
"Well, at least people won\'t fuck with you now..."
"No, people not fuck with Mesha." After a long pause as the two boys started to amble down the hall, out of the cafeteria, goth-boy as Mesha deckaled him, spoke.
"If you\'re not gonna eat that shit for chicken feed in there, let me show you the REAL food around here.."