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The Faculty - written for 3 Sentence Ficathon
Title: A new start isn't always easy
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Conner
Word Count: 302
Prompt: loneliness / 3x3 sentences
Rating: PG13
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Casey stared out the window; the grey, rainy weather seemed to meet his mood exactly. The scholarship he had gotten for the expensive private photo school in New York had felt like all his dreams would come true, but it wasn't as great as he had thought. Only this morning, one of his teachers, Mr. Dorsen, who reminded him so much of coach Willis, the football coach at Herrington High, who had loved to humiliate him every time at gym, had looked at his photo collage he had worked for so hard during the last days, shaking his head, while he said: "I'm afraid it was the wrong decision to offer you a chance at this school, Mr. Connor, a city college in Ohio might fit better to your photographic skills." At least he could hold back his tears until he had reached his room.
A knock at his door made him frown; it was not that the other students were interested in his company; they were not mean or even bullied him, like it had happened at highschool so often; it just felt as if they had nothing in common. He had always been a geek who didn't fit in, a dreamer who didn't like sports but art and photography; he had hoped it would be different here, but never before had he felt so lonely.
To his surprise, the door was opened, and the boy, stepping into the room with a wide grin on his face, made him jump up. "You," he stammered, not sure if he wasn't only dreaming, "what are you doing here?"
"Hey, geek boy," Zeke said, pulling him into his arms, "your mom told me she is a bit worried because you didn't call her last week; so, here I am; what's going on, tell me!"
Character: Zeke Tyler, Casey Conner
Word Count: 302
Prompt: loneliness / 3x3 sentences
Rating: PG13
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Casey stared out the window; the grey, rainy weather seemed to meet his mood exactly. The scholarship he had gotten for the expensive private photo school in New York had felt like all his dreams would come true, but it wasn't as great as he had thought. Only this morning, one of his teachers, Mr. Dorsen, who reminded him so much of coach Willis, the football coach at Herrington High, who had loved to humiliate him every time at gym, had looked at his photo collage he had worked for so hard during the last days, shaking his head, while he said: "I'm afraid it was the wrong decision to offer you a chance at this school, Mr. Connor, a city college in Ohio might fit better to your photographic skills." At least he could hold back his tears until he had reached his room.
A knock at his door made him frown; it was not that the other students were interested in his company; they were not mean or even bullied him, like it had happened at highschool so often; it just felt as if they had nothing in common. He had always been a geek who didn't fit in, a dreamer who didn't like sports but art and photography; he had hoped it would be different here, but never before had he felt so lonely.
To his surprise, the door was opened, and the boy, stepping into the room with a wide grin on his face, made him jump up. "You," he stammered, not sure if he wasn't only dreaming, "what are you doing here?"
"Hey, geek boy," Zeke said, pulling him into his arms, "your mom told me she is a bit worried because you didn't call her last week; so, here I am; what's going on, tell me!"