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p_r_i_s_c_aTitle: Sleepless nights
Character: Zeke Tyler, mention of Casey Connor
Word Count: 301
Prompt: sleeping
Rating: PG13
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Zeke tossed and turned around in bed, trying to find some rest. All in vain. It was not that he usually cared much about others; most of the time, he was living on his own while his parents were jetting around the world, and he had learned that life was much easier when he only trusted his own instincts. He didn't need others; he didn't want others in his life.
Last of all, Casey Connor. Brilliant student, yes, the teachers loved him because he always followed the rules without complaining, did his homework accurately, and never minded volunteering in all sorts of school activities.
Only when it came to sports Casey was a hopeless case. And had to face the mockery of Coach Willis and the bullying of the jocks during every sports lesson. Like today.
Zeke sighed deeply, sat up in his bed, and grabbed for his cigarettes. It was ridiculous, wasn't it, that this kept him awake at night. It had happened before. It would happen again. Until Casey finally learned to stand up against the bullies.
But deep inside he knew that this was only wishful thinking. Casey was Casey, the golden boy. Not the rebel who had learned to fight for himself. No one had ever taught him. Also his parents didn't seem to care, that he did come home with a black eye or a sprained arm on and off. As long as his grades were good, and no teacher did complain about his behavior, they seemed to be willing to overlook everything.
For heaven's sake! Zeke exhaled some smoke and stubbed out the cigarette again. No, all this was none of his business, but he knew it was about time that he stopped turning his eyes away. Or he would never find some sleep again.
Character: Zeke Tyler, mention of Casey Connor
Word Count: 301
Prompt: sleeping
Rating: PG13
:::
Zeke tossed and turned around in bed, trying to find some rest. All in vain. It was not that he usually cared much about others; most of the time, he was living on his own while his parents were jetting around the world, and he had learned that life was much easier when he only trusted his own instincts. He didn't need others; he didn't want others in his life.
Last of all, Casey Connor. Brilliant student, yes, the teachers loved him because he always followed the rules without complaining, did his homework accurately, and never minded volunteering in all sorts of school activities.
Only when it came to sports Casey was a hopeless case. And had to face the mockery of Coach Willis and the bullying of the jocks during every sports lesson. Like today.
Zeke sighed deeply, sat up in his bed, and grabbed for his cigarettes. It was ridiculous, wasn't it, that this kept him awake at night. It had happened before. It would happen again. Until Casey finally learned to stand up against the bullies.
But deep inside he knew that this was only wishful thinking. Casey was Casey, the golden boy. Not the rebel who had learned to fight for himself. No one had ever taught him. Also his parents didn't seem to care, that he did come home with a black eye or a sprained arm on and off. As long as his grades were good, and no teacher did complain about his behavior, they seemed to be willing to overlook everything.
For heaven's sake! Zeke exhaled some smoke and stubbed out the cigarette again. No, all this was none of his business, but he knew it was about time that he stopped turning his eyes away. Or he would never find some sleep again.