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priscaTitle: The Baseball Glove
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 420
Prompt: I don't believe in Santa Clause
Rating: PG13
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„What are you doing,“ Zeke asked, while Casey quickly turned the piece of paper around that was lying on the table before him. „Writing a letter to Santa Clause?“
To his surprise, Casey blushed. „Don't be stupid!“
Zeke grinned. „Oh. I get it; you do! Cute!“
„Geez! I am not a toddler who still believes in Santa Claus. It's just...“ Casey paused, shrugging. „My mom loves this kind of stuff. She is so in tradition and Christmas and all, and after having such a hard year, with my grandpa dying and my dad losing his job, she should get at least a perfect Christmas. If this means that I am writing a letter to Santa again, I will do it.“
There was a long silence until Zeke suddenly said: „Your parents can be proud of you; you are a good son.“
„Huh?“ Casey watched the older boy suspiciously, but Zeke smiled at him, though his eyes looked sad.
„Must be great to grow up in a family like this. Where everyone cares for the other, I have never written a letter to Santa Claus, not even as a child. I spent Christmas evening alone at home with a nanny who always made me feel like I was just a well-paid job for her, while my parents went to exclusive parties all night long. The Christmas tree in our house was more of an art object, and I wasn't allowed to get near it anymore after I once crashed one of the expensive deco ornaments. The gifts I received were selected and perfectly wrapped by a gift service. No one cared about it that I was just a little boy whose biggest wish was a baseball glove and a scarf of his famous team.“
Casey listened in silence. „This is so sad,“ he finally murmured, unsure what else to say. Zeke was the cool boy from school who always seemed to have his life under control. But obviously, he had secrets that told a different story.
Zeke smirked. „No need to get pathetic,“ he snarled, the sadness in his eyes gone. „I did survive. And when I think about it, it's not the worst to be alone around Christmas. At least I don't have to pretend that I still believe in Santa Claus.“
He turned around, stomping down the bleacher's stairs without looking back. Casey bit his lower lip; he couldn't stop wondering if there was a way to find out more about Zeke's favorite baseball team.
Character: Casey Connor, Zeke Tyler
Word Count: 420
Prompt: I don't believe in Santa Clause
Rating: PG13
:::
„What are you doing,“ Zeke asked, while Casey quickly turned the piece of paper around that was lying on the table before him. „Writing a letter to Santa Clause?“
To his surprise, Casey blushed. „Don't be stupid!“
Zeke grinned. „Oh. I get it; you do! Cute!“
„Geez! I am not a toddler who still believes in Santa Claus. It's just...“ Casey paused, shrugging. „My mom loves this kind of stuff. She is so in tradition and Christmas and all, and after having such a hard year, with my grandpa dying and my dad losing his job, she should get at least a perfect Christmas. If this means that I am writing a letter to Santa again, I will do it.“
There was a long silence until Zeke suddenly said: „Your parents can be proud of you; you are a good son.“
„Huh?“ Casey watched the older boy suspiciously, but Zeke smiled at him, though his eyes looked sad.
„Must be great to grow up in a family like this. Where everyone cares for the other, I have never written a letter to Santa Claus, not even as a child. I spent Christmas evening alone at home with a nanny who always made me feel like I was just a well-paid job for her, while my parents went to exclusive parties all night long. The Christmas tree in our house was more of an art object, and I wasn't allowed to get near it anymore after I once crashed one of the expensive deco ornaments. The gifts I received were selected and perfectly wrapped by a gift service. No one cared about it that I was just a little boy whose biggest wish was a baseball glove and a scarf of his famous team.“
Casey listened in silence. „This is so sad,“ he finally murmured, unsure what else to say. Zeke was the cool boy from school who always seemed to have his life under control. But obviously, he had secrets that told a different story.
Zeke smirked. „No need to get pathetic,“ he snarled, the sadness in his eyes gone. „I did survive. And when I think about it, it's not the worst to be alone around Christmas. At least I don't have to pretend that I still believe in Santa Claus.“
He turned around, stomping down the bleacher's stairs without looking back. Casey bit his lower lip; he couldn't stop wondering if there was a way to find out more about Zeke's favorite baseball team.