Date: Wed, 6 Jun 2012 14:19:42 -0500
From: Jayson Vascardi <jaycolin25@gmail.com>
Subject: A Tale of Three - Ch14

A Tale of Three
By J.C. Vascardi

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Chapter Fourteen, Part One
Aaron's Perspective
Monday, January 24, 2005

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Going back to school knowing that Mr. Bradley had died over the weekend was
very hard. Most of the other students didn't know yet, but that didn't
really surprise me. The only reason that I knew was that Dr. Webber called
my mom. When mom told me, I was shocked, scared, and I couldn't help but
think that I was to blame. Mr. Bradley had been hurt trying to save me,
after all. My mom must have read my mind, because she insisted that it
wasn't my fault. Logically, I knew that if anyone was to blame, it was
David, Shawn, Vincent, and Aidan. However, if there's one thing I've
learned in life it's that one doesn't always think logically in times of
crisis or great sadness.

Arriving in my homeroom that morning, I was very quiet. If any of my
classmates noticed, they didn't say anything. I quietly took my seat,
knowing that Dr. Webber would probably address Mr. Bradley's death during
the morning announcements. The teacher took roll call and shortly
thereafter, I heard the PA system kick in. The Star-Spangled Banner played,
as was normal on Monday mornings. Normally, the student announcers would
have come on after that, but as was becoming normal lately, Dr. Webber came
on instead.

She spoke in a monotone and I could tell that she was fighting the battle
to maintain her composure and not start crying. Of course, since the whole
school now knew that Mr. Bradley was Dr. Webber's nephew, I doubt anybody
would have held it against her if she had started crying.

"Attention faculty and students, it is with great sadness that I must
announce that Mr. Jake Bradley, a respected member of our Social Studies
department, passed away this weekend as a result of the injuries that he
sustained in this building last week. Grief counselors will be on hand
during the lunch periods for any students who feel the need to talk with
one. I would also like to take this time to remind all students of the
zero-tolerance policy on any violence as I outlined in the assembly last
week. I remain very serious and I continue to have the full support of both
the superintendent and the school board. So, please think about what you'll
be losing the next time you feel the need to react violently while in this
building or anywhere else on school property. The rest of the normal
announcements will wait until tomorrow. Now, I ask, that you all observe a
moment of silence for a wonderful and caring young man who has left this
world much too soon."

The room was silent as Dr. Webber finished her speech. I could tell that
many of my classmates were shocked to hear that Mr. Bradley was dead. Even
students who I knew didn't like him because of his strictness looked both
shocked and sad. Since the incident last Wednesday, other teachers from the
Social Studies department were covering Mr. Bradley's classes, but that
couldn't go on forever and I knew that eventually Dr. Webber would hire a
replacement. I couldn't help but wonder what the replacement would be
like. I also wondered how Mr. Bradley's death would affect the future of
the GSA, because Mrs. Armstrong was still on maternity leave. School rules
clearly said that no club could exist without a faculty advisor, so, unless
we could find a new one, we'd have no choice but to disband the group.

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Chapter Fourteen, Part Two Christian's Perspective Monday, January 24, 2005

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It had now been twenty-four hours since my life had come to a screeching
halt. Jake had been such a big part of my life since we got together in
college and I just couldn't imagine not having him around anymore. When I
got home yesterday after turning off the machines, I knew that I had done
the right thing. I knew that I had promised Jake to carry out his wishes
and doing anything other than that would have been wrong. That did not make
the decision any easier, nor did it make dealing with the fact that the man
I loved with all my heart was now dead any easier.

Going upstairs to our bedroom, I felt a need to feel close to
Jake. Therefore, I stripped off every piece of clothing I had on and went
into the bathroom. In the laundry hamper, I found the clothes that Jake had
been wearing the day before the attack and found myself thanking every God
and his mother that I had not done the laundry. Lifting up the yellow silk
shirt and smelling it, I could smell Jake as clearly as if he was standing
next to me. I put on the clothes and went back into the bedroom.

Sitting down on the bed and looking around the room, I was surrounded by
memories of my life with Jake. Every nook and cranny of the house held
memories and I knew in that moment that I simply couldn't continue living
in that house. I had spent eight of the best years of my life in that house
with Jake and now the thought of living there without him was simply
unbearable.

It was then that I made up my mind to leave. I would stay long enough to
wrap up any loose ends with my job and for Jake's funeral, but after that,
I knew that if I was going to save my sanity, that I had to leave. Lying
down on the bed, I grabbed Jake's pillow and hugged it close as I cried
myself to sleep.

When I awoke on Monday morning, I went downstairs, still wearing the outfit
that Jake had worn to school almost a week ago. Going into the home office,
I walked over to the desk and sat down. On the desk were pictures of Jake's
family, a picture of Colton, and a picture of Jake and I, that was taken on
a trip to Antigua that we had taken the previous year. We looked so happy
in that picture. Like nothing could harm us, as long as we had each other.

As my eyes drifted to the picture of Colton, my resolve to leave
strengthened. A part of me felt like I should stay for him, as he just lost
his father and I was, for all intents and purposes, his step-father, but
looking at his picture, I was again struck with just how much he looked
like Jake. As much as I may have wanted to stay for his sake, I knew that I
simply couldn't stay and watch Colton grow up, looking more and more like
Jake every day. Maybe I was being selfish, but in that moment, I honestly
didn't care.

Opening a drawer of the desk, I pulled out a few sheets of stationary and
began writing a letter to all the people I considered friends. Some people
would say that I was being a coward, but I've never liked long goodbyes and
I've often had difficulty expressing how I felt in words when I'm
stressed. I decided that writing a letter to say goodbye was better,
because I felt that I would be able to express my feelings better on paper.

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Chapter Fourteen, Part Three Nick's Perspective Monday, January 24, 2005

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Finding out that my first real crush was dead was definitely hard. True, I
was dating Jayden now and I was very happy with that turn of events, but
I'd be lying if I said that Jake's death hadn't affected me. I was fighting
with myself in order to keep calm and not let my stress levels get out of
control, because no matter what triggered the stress increase, it always
lead to the same result. I'd start reliving the painful memories of my past
and I'd end up hurling my guts out.

Aaron, his mom, his aunt and her family, and my Uncle Erik were the only
ones who knew the reasons behind my attacks. While I had been very good
friends with Jayden, Brian, Antonio and Caroline for the last three years,
I hadn't told them all the gory details. They knew a part of the truth –
the fact that I lived with my uncle because my parents were dead, but that
was far from the whole truth.

Stopping at my locker, I put away my supplies for Physics class and pulled
out the textbook and folder for World Geography. Closing my locker, I
headed upstairs to the third floor where all of the Social Studies
classrooms were and headed into room 304. Most of the class was already
there when I took my normal seat. The bell to start class soon rang and
still there was no sign of a teacher, so many of my classmates began to
goof off, as is normal in high school when there's no teacher around.

Ten minutes after class started, the door opened and Dr. Webber walked into
the room. As usual, she was wearing a crisp, black suit and carrying a
walkie-talkie.

"Everyone please take your seats and settle down," Dr. Webber said from the
doorway. As my classmates began to return to their seats and quiet down,
Dr. Webber came into the room and said, "I'm sure all of you are still
quite shocked by Mr. Bradley's unexpected death. However, I know my nephew
would want us all to move on, so that is exactly what I'm doing. Please
allow me to introduce your new teacher, Mr. Walsh."

At that point a young man, dressed in an orange button-down shirt and khaki
slacks, walked into the room. He, like Mr. Bradley, was a young teacher,
obviously only recently graduating from college. He had brown hair and an
appealing physique. I was upset by Mr. Bradley's death, but I couldn't help
but think that Dr. Webber certainly had good taste in picking young and
attractive teachers. Of the five new teachers hired over the course of my
time at Langley High, not a single one of them was older than 30. As a
bisexual teenage boy, I can honestly say that all five of them were
definitely attractive in their own individual ways.

"Hello all," Mr. Walsh said. "While I'm happy to be here as your new
teacher, I am also saddened by the circumstances that led to my
hiring. From what I've heard, Mr. Bradley was a great teacher and I wish I
had had the opportunity to know him better."

Dr. Webber thanked Mr. Walsh for his kind words about her late nephew,
before turning the class over to him and leaving the room. Since we got a
late start, Mr. Walsh decided to spend the time getting to know the class
better and working on memorizing everyone's names, instead of teaching
anything. Before I knew it, the bell signaling the end of class had rung
and everyone was filing out of the room.

I was one of the last students out the door and Mr. Walsh said,
"Mr. Jensen? Could I have a word with you?"

"Sure," I said as I came over to his desk, as the last of my classmates
left the room.

"I know you have another class to get to, so I won't keep you long,"
Mr. Walsh said. "Dr. Webber told me about the extra after-school tutoring
that Mr. Bradley was giving you and if you feel you still need it, I'll be
more than happy to help you."

"Thanks, Mr. Walsh," I said, as I pulled out my wallet and took one of my
Uncle Erik's business cards from it. "Just call my uncle and you can set
everything up. I don't know if Dr. Webber told you or not, but Mr. Bradley
was doing the tutoring at my uncle's house."

"Yes, she did," Mr. Walsh said as he took the card. "That's fine with me. I
just want to do my best to make sure that all of my students succeed. So,
I'll call your uncle and set everything up. You'd better get going to your
next class, before you end up being late."

"Okay, thanks," I said with a smile as I left the room and headed for my
next class.

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Chapter Fourteen, Part Four Nathan's Perspective Wednesday, January 26,
2005

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To say that I wasn't nervous would be the biggest lie of the century. When
Mom and Dad told us that we were flying down to Wilmington for Jesse's
birthday, Jon and I were happy because we missed Jesse, Jason, and our
other family in Wilmington. We also couldn't help being nervous though,
because we'd be leaving our comfort zone. Everyone we come into contact
with on a daily basis is used to the fact that Jon and I are conjoined and
it's become a non-issue. In Wilmington, however, we were afraid that it
would become an issue again. Jon and I don't really care what other people
think about us or our decision to remain conjoined.  When people do make
fun of us and call us `freaks' and other names, we try not to let it bother
us. It can be hard at times, though.

I know that as a whole, society seems to be under the impression that
people need to conform to fit into what is considered normal. One thing
that isn't considered normal is for two people to be physically connected
to one another. Jon and I can't help the way we were born, though, and
while it is true that the doctors could probably separate us, is it really
too much to ask that society accept our decision to remain conjoined?

The standard argument is, of course, that Jon and I could lead more normal
lives if we were separated, but my question is, what exactly is considered
normal? I like to think that Jon and I, despite being conjoined, are normal
young men for our age. We eat, we sleep, we play computer games, we enjoy
listening to music, and we have friends that we like to hang out
with. We're even athletic and have no problems keeping up with our
non-conjoined friends in several different sports. So, I really fail to see
how being separated would make us anymore normal than we already are.

Anyway, Jon and I were in our bedroom, packing some clothes for the trip,
when our Mom walked in and said, "I need to talk to you two. Could you sit
down?"

Moving the suitcase we were packing aside and sitting down on the edge of
our bed, Jon asked, "What's up, Mom?"

"Well, the travel agent sent these over today," Mom said, as she handed us
our plane tickets. "Your father and I should have said something before
now, but we didn't want to upset you."

"Upset us?" I asked, completely confused.

"Look at the tickets," Mom said.

Doing as we were told, Jon and I opened the little folders that the tickets
were in and looked at them. Having never been on a plane, I've never seen a
plane ticket up close before and I had no idea what could possibly upset me
about the ticket. Jon, however, was always the more studious of the two of
us, and he was closely examining the ticket, scrutinizing every word.

After a moment, he looked over at my ticket to confirm that it was the same
as his, and then he muttered, "They're one-way tickets."

"What?" I asked.

"They're one-way tickets," Jon repeated, louder this time. "We're flying to
Wilmington, but we're not coming back."

"Don't be silly, Jon, of course we're coming back," I said, dismissing the
notion. It was stupid, why wouldn't we come back? Our lives were in
Minneapolis, not Wilmington.

"These are one-way tickets, though, Nat," Jon said. "Meaning they're good
for a one-way trip from Minneapolis to Wilmington. Usually, if one planned
to return, they'd buy round trip tickets."

"Your father and I did buy round trip tickets," Mom said after a moment of
silence. "For ourselves."

"You mean?" I asked.

"Yes, Jon, Nat, your father and I will be coming back to Minneapolis after
Jesse's birthday. You two, however, will not."

"Why?" Jon asked.

"Your father and I talked," Mom said, "and we both think it's time we cut
the apron strings, so to speak. Nat, Jon, you'll be 21 in June and your
father and I think it's time that you two went out on your own and maybe
even considered college. We're not doing this to be mean, but we want you
two to have every advantage and we agree that perhaps we've sheltered you
too much over the years. We home-schooled you because we were afraid you'd
get picked on if you went to a regular school, but you're older now and I'm
sure you're capable of facing any challenges life throws your way."

After a few moments of silence, I said, "It's okay, Mom. I think Jon and I
both knew this day would come eventually. I mean, we couldn't realistically
think we'd be living with you for the rest of our lives. Where will be
living in Wilmington, though?"

"With Jesse and Jason," mom answered. "They remodeled a bed and bath in
their house for you quite awhile ago. In fact they've been asking for you
guys to move down there with them for a few years now, ever since you
turned 18, in fact. I think you'll enjoy it. It'll certainly give you more
time to spend with not only Jesse and Jason, but your cousin Aaron and the
new baby. And it's not like your father and I won't visit. Wild horses
couldn't keep us away."

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To be continued.