The Flock- Captured by the School for the last time
The School- Under surveillance of the government- unable to kill the flock
Their plan- To erase the flock's memory and separate them around the country, with different identities and families.
The Worst Part (but must happen for this story to exist)- The School suceeds
Fake Name- Andy Poole
Parent(s)- Joel Poole (father)
Location- Harrell Town, Massachuetts
Relative(s)- Ferrell Poole (y brother)
Fake Name- Jackson Jones
Location- Harrell Town, Massachuetts
Relative(s)- Alice Jones (grandmother)
Chapter 1- Mr. Black and Necklace
"Dad, he's going to be fine," I had told my father this again and again. But his expression of extreme concern still hadn't changed. I sighed and tried to smile as I watched my little brother's train begin to move forward. Ferrell stuck his head out the window and waved goodbye. I could feel Dad lift his arm mechanically and wave back as I did the same.
"Be careful!" he shouted at the faster moving train. I rolled my eyes and Ferrell mirrored me. A whoosh of air blew my hair around my face as the train sped away and out of site. I suddenly felt frantic, like my father. Would he be okay? I asked myself.
Stop that, Andy. Your brother is going to a boarding school in New York, not joining the Army.
"Well, he's gone," I choked out. Dad's eyes were wet and he dabbed at them. He turned to me slowly.
"Do you want to get something to eat?" he tried to smile. I nodded. My father reached into his pocket, groping for wallet and yanked out a twenty. Taking it, I strode away to the deli counter, giving my over-emotional dad some privacy.
The train station wasn't a busy place- in fact, it couldn't have been mellower. Harrell Town was only a small town with about a few 1000 people- I knew everyone and everyone knew me. I had lived here my whole life, but strangely, I couldn't remember much. The train station was where you would see and talk with the town people. I looked around- I wanted be aware of everything.
Two broad shouldered men in beige suits were buying some newspapers at the stand. It made me happy to see that Jimmy, the older man who owned the little stand, would get some business.
Jennifer Rose was sitting cross-legged on a bench, waiting for the train. She held her head high and had her back straight. I almost snorted. Jennifer was Dr. Colman's assistant nurse and everyone knew she was having an affair with a man in Philadelphia, where she went once a week. Ironically, she thought that she was very sophisticated and that everyone was fooled.
Lenny Johnson, a busboy at the Café Grande (which was funny because of its minuscule size) was frantically tapping at the soda machine, glancing to see if the train was coming. He would be going to help his aunt at her business in New Hampshire. I had heard from Sahara Lee (the town's gossiper) that her business wasn't doing very well. My heart swelled when I thought about poor Lenny's little brother, Lewis, who had bronchitis.
Coming out of the bathroom, was Drew Respin. What a pig, I thought. He was a big man, patting his drum-sized belly. Drew worked the convenience store next to Café Grande. Drew's tiny wife, Lilly, was pregnant with their 4th child and I cringed. No one wanted another little Respin child scurrying around the store, throwing hammers.
Buying a ticket was Johnny Crikey, the sleaziest man alive and also one of the laziest. His father was the church's pastor, and he barely even came to Mass. Johnny had 7 girls chasing after him and he had promised them all marriage, which, of course, couldn't have been a bigger fib. Man, I hated Johnny Crikey.
Finally, I reached the deli. Samuel Brown, the owner, was serving a tall man in line. The man clearly loved black- he wore a black sweatshirt, dark jeans with holes, (black) leather gloves, and black boots. His dark hair was layered and just past his ears. I crossed my arms, waiting. My left hand crumpled and uncrumpled the twenty.
"Here you go," Sam handed the man a wrapped sandwich. Mr. Black (as I now thought of him) took it and got out his wallet. As he did this, a piece of paper fell out of his pocket. Mr. Black didn't notice. After the money exchange, the man took off, without the paper, which I picked up. It was ticket to New York. I took off after Mr. Black, leaving my place in line. He was walking fast and I called out stupidly, "Mr. Black!"
The man stopped and swung around. His eyes were dark and a little menacing. It was like an eternity in there. I stopped up in front of him, breathing hard.
"What?" his low voice was sharp. "I'm going to miss my train." I glared at him and held out my hand.
"It doesn't matter if you don't have this."
Mr. Black! I thought angrily. What did people have against black? Personally I loved it. I turned around to give the person a piece of my mind. Not only did they offend me, but I was going to be late.
The person who I wanted to slap turned out to be a girl. She looked about my age, 18 or 19. She wore a striped, brown tank top with a brown bomber jacket. Her legs pumped to catch up, and her old, white sweats flapped about. The girl was tall (not as tall as me) and had bright eyes- determined brown. As she neared, I saw her eyes were flecked with gold, like her thick, brown hair. A charm necklace flew around her neck as she ran. Eventually, she caught up, but panted for a moment without speaking.
"What?" I growled and looked at my watch. "I'm going to miss my train." Necklace stared at me.
"It doesn't matter if you don't have this." She threw out her hand and I saw my ticket to New York in it. She had run all the way to give me my ticket. I started to feel guilty.
"Yeah," she snapped, pushing some hair back. I took the ticket out her hand and mumbled, "Thank you." Necklace smiled a little bit.
"You're welcome." We stood their awkwardly. I had no idea what to say. All I knew was that my heart was beating a little faster when I stood next to her.
"So, you are going to New York?" she broke the silence.
"Yeah." She waited for me to say something, but I was not one to explain a whole lot.
"Do you live there?" Necklace persisted.
"No." I smiled inwardly- I could tell she hated me being curt.
"What's your name?" she looked aggravated.
"Jackson." I stared right into her eyes. "What's your name?"
"Andy," Necklace replied. She gave me a little smile. "I haven't seen you around town and I know EVERYONE. Do you live here?"
"No, my grandma does," I explained. "Alice." Andy's eyes lit up. I liked the way her golden flecks sparkled.
"Alice Jones is your granny?" she smiled, a tiny crease in her forhead coming forward. "I love Alice. I teach her brother's grandkid." My head snapped to attention.
"You're a TEACHER?"
"Uh-huh: grammar," Andy continued. "I'm 18, but you don't need a college degree to teach at the Harrell Town Schoolhouse."
"So you live here?" I decided to pester her.
"Yup. All my life."
I didn't say anymore. She opened her mouth again but we both heard the sound of a train pulling into the station. I glanced and saw that it was mine. The train that was going to take me to New York to see my father. My father who had left me when i was 14. I despised him. But yet I knew I had to get on the train.
"Is that yours?" Andy seemed a little upset. I nodded solemnly.
"Well...thank you for the ticket," my voice was hoarse. She nodded too.
"No problem, Jackson," she said, her voice cracking. I wanted to hug her but I just put out my hand. Andy shook it and electricity was running down my spine. Her hand was soft on my hard one.
"Bye," I gave a little grin (rare for me) and began to walk away. I could feel her eyes boring into the back of my head. I heard her say, "Goodbye." It was faint and I almost ran back to grab her. But I didn't. I couldn't.
The conductor took my ticket and punched a hole in it. Then he waved me inside. I looke back at Andy, who stood a couple yards away. She waved. I lifted my hand and climbed aboard.
I watched the train pull away. It did so slowly, which was torture. I didn't know why, but my stomach hurt and I was NOT hungry anymore. I disliked feeling weakness. Jackson made my knees feel like jello and for that I hated him. But I couldn't hate him. For some reason.
My dad's concerned voice broke through my thoughts.
"Andy? Did you get something to eat?" I shook my head and he put a hand on my arm.
"Let's go," he said and we walked toward the exit.
The wind was cloud and bit at my cheeks. I could feel that my nose was probably looked like a reindeer. I looked back at the station. It's big, outdoor clock was motionless. We climbed into the car and pulled away from the white building.
Dad didn't say anything about my silence. We didn't speak. My head hurt from leaning on the window. Soon I would be back to teaching the kids more grammar. Back to normal life.
Sorry about the ending being short but I wanted to post it really badly. Tell me what you think! Next chapter will be about Iggy and Nudge. :)