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growing pains [fantom/yoel] Jun 26, 2018 14:34:23 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jun 26, 2018 14:34:23 GMT -5

Growing up is meant to bring pain to the limbs, a rising skeletal frame reaching for the stars, it is not a problem for me. A leap from fourteen to fifteen such a valley to dive over and yet there are so many canyons to tackle before I can even reach eighteen. Pain holds with all the responsibilities that are dropping onto me. One by one, I think I have reached capacity, but another life lesson springs its surprise onto me. Adulthood is not a thing to look forwards too. There are far more rules and lot less freedom.

School has me enslaved now.

Captured by its long hours and tedious projects, forced to partner with a ruin of a friendship. This whole training the knowledge thing really loves to wind me up. Not a day in that school is an enjoyable one, every minute drags longer than the rest and now I must spend my free hours contributing to its work and with him…

It has been a long time since I have hung out with Fantom, a friend that I so easily drifted from. Maybe because of his track to the training centre or this journey to adulthood just loves tearing up my relationships. I have been in a deficit of friends lately, it must just be one of those pains of growing up.

The evening sun is enough for a reading light at the docks and the hour of the day gives enough peace for work to be done. An experiment of buoyancy, what can hold the weight of a wooden figure and what cannot? Swimming trunks are at the ready for when I dive in and retrieve the sinking apparatus. This practical module of the project is one to look forwards to, I dread the day that I must sit in that stuffy classroom and write it all up.

”It is about time you arrived!” I have been here since the school bell rang, time passes quickly by the shoreline, Fantom is not late but it is easy to take a dig at him after all this time. ”I have set some of it up, I suppose we can get this over and done with?” Being in his company used to be a part of my free time, now it is like a burden. Unsourced grudges must hold tight when growing up.

Dars

Last Edit: Jun 26, 2018 14:34:55 GMT -5 by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel

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growing pains [fantom/yoel] Jul 9, 2018 13:03:48 GMT -5

Post by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars] on Jul 9, 2018 13:03:48 GMT -5

Always told you not to love me
Now look what you made me do
I got poison in my pocket,
told you I was bad news

A project on buoyancy: how well an object might float, and on which circumstances said object floats the best. Fantom Perch could not have been less interested in the project itself; he'd learned everything he needed to know by the time he was ten, and the rest was just teachers and faculty showing off. Besides, it was all just a distraction from training, which he hardly thought was fair.

At least training actually prepares me for things that may come my way, he thought, checking the watch on his wrist to see that he was running late.

His partner was a ghost come back to haunt him. Yoel, with his slicked back hair and those childishly cute eyes; He was Fantom's friend once upon a time. He would come over after school and they would play fight with swords made of sticks and they would climb trees and skip stones at the beach, stay up late and swap scary stories with flashlights under their chins.

But, as all good things do, their friendship had ended somewhere around the time when Fantom started taking his career training seriously. It started with excuses of, "I can't today, I'm training," and "I'm not feeling well." Before Fantom knew it they were sitting at different lunch tables, only nodding to each other politely when they passed in the hallways.

In a way, this project was a good thing, a chance to reconnect. But in another, Fantom wondered what that entailed. Were they going to be friendly, or argue over who stopped coming around first? Would they laugh like they used to, or would they walk away gritting their teeth?

"It is about time you arrived!"

He would never outgrow that wonder in his eyes. Fantom had always appreciated that about him. He made the mistake, only for a moment, of thinking that if Yoel's eyes were the same, the rest of him might be as well. The start of a smile had appeared on his lips, when Yoel carried on:

"I have set some of it up, I suppose we can get this over and done with?"

He cleared his throat, guard up as he sat down in front of the pile of supplies.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Sorry to keep you waiting—" he stopped himself. No excuses this time.

"I guess I just lost track of time."

My demeanor made you wait,
but the consequences stayed
I killed everything we were
Baby, murder was a case

song: 27 hours

Last Edit: Jul 10, 2018 1:00:20 GMT -5 by umber vivuus 12b 🥀 [dars]

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growing pains [fantom/yoel] Jul 23, 2018 14:17:49 GMT -5

Post by d6a georgie cham 🍓🐢 frankel on Jul 23, 2018 14:17:49 GMT -5

Does joy wither away with age? Wrinkled and weakened, no energy to put a smile on a face but plenty to leave a permanent frown to ache the facial muscles. Life has me aimed towards two targets, the doors of the training centre or a lifetime of breaking my back at the docks, neither of which I intend to do. There really is no plan, just a spontaneous voyage to the next step. Joy can be organised, but it is so much better when it is a surprise and it definitely cannot be found doing a school project during valuable time…

Distances have broken between me and Fantom, battered like the cliff faces by the sea, the waves being the doors of that damned training centre. It is certainly one place in this district where joy is vacant and gloominess flourishes. It is all too serious for me.

"Yeah, that sounds good. Sorry to keep you waiting—" He is too polite, where have the days of childish antics escaped too? "I guess I just lost track of time." All this growing up, it is catching up everyone around me.

I drop to my knees on the small wooden pier, preparing to fumble with the various objects that have been gathered to lose in the water. There is no co-ordination with the pile, no strategy on what to fling into the ocean first. Assistance is so near but it would be a burden to ask it from him. His purpose here is to help. I have to surrender to the grudge that I have held since the first time he laid the excuses on me, it is just one evening… can cope. ”So, what do we push in first?”

I push forward the display of items, a fine collection of random matters. ” A toy fish, a brick, an egg carton, a harpoon…” It is all good listing them but there really is no pleasure in watching the inevitable grey block of stone sink into the dark ocean.

”I know what can go in first!” I push myself up onto my feet and walk close to where Fantom stands. With shove against Fantom’s shoulders, I hope the years of his training haven’t turned him into a brick wall, but he instead becomes the first item to land into the water for our experiment. ”Lets see how buoyant you are!”

Dars