Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2008 17:49:51 -0400
From: Liam Martin <liamrcmartin@gmail.com>
Subject: But Soft Through What Yonder Window Breaks Chapter One

But Soft Through What Yonder Window Breaks
By Liam R.C. Martin

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Sorry for the long opening, and yes it is my first time, be gentle ... with
your comments.


She knew what she should do, what was the right thing to do, what was the
thing he would do for her had the tables been turned and she was at the
table, alone, wit thousands of eyes darting over and over to her, scanning
her every inch, measuring each move, analyzing her soul from a dozen yards
away. She knew he would sit right down and smile to her and chat on about
the Russia and Georgia conflict, the election, and the sick sexist bastards
controlling the media and perverting what the Olympics stand for.  Then why
the fuck was she standing there terrified to move from the doorway.

One step, the first step, make the step, make it. Move your foot, just a
little just a tad, move it forward and set it down and then do it again, it
really is that simple. Rachel Leigh lifted her foot, took in a deep breath
and then made her decision, and set her foot down. She almost waltzed upon
the floor as she moved toward him, strutting and gliding and drawing all
the attention upon her.

The room silenced, not literally, there was chatter about, one of the nuns
was chastising a girl about her skirt, jocks jumping about, but she knew
they were watching her, and they knew she knew and no one carried about
what was going on outside of the universe that consisted solely of the very
center table in the cafeteria, the boy who sat there silently reading, and
the girl who was making her way towards the two. The tension shattered,
sneers broke out, eyes rolled, the entre student body assembled in that
room would never forget the day Rachel Leigh walked right passed the Fag
without a word.

And stop. So far, ugh, well, just do it. Get it over with and go sit down
you know you should, you know you want to. Do it, do it, DO IT, ugh, what
would he do, he would do it, why don't you? DO IT DO IT DO IT DO IT. DO

"Michael, you know he'll never take you out unless you stop staring and ask
him to. And with an abrupt about face Rachel Leigh triumphantly sloshed
through the death eyes and glares back towards her soul mate, and with a
single effortless tap from his foot the chair allowed her to sit and rest
and enjoy her lunch with her closes friend, confidant, and the only man she
would ever truly love with all her heart.

"That would be eight for Phelps, whose DUI no one appears to be able to
remember, France is actually talking to us concerning Russia, and, you know
just how much I hate gossip, but Michael Clay is most assuredly Tiffany
Johnson's Baby daddy." Jamie Clark set War and Peace on the table and gazed
upon Rachel with a slight crack of his ridiculous smiles, "Rae, love, what
precisely are you eating?" And with that she knew, she just knew the
sisters were smiling upon her.

"It's a Tofu burger and I do not want to her about it, my mother was up in
arms about it this morning. In unrelated news, TJ's gone Goth."

"It's about damn time. To thy own self be true."

And he smiled. His lips parted and the world went away and Rachel Leigh and
James Clark erupted into glee.

Pajama bottoms, briefs, boxers, boxers, pajama bottoms, boxer briefs, nude,
pajama bottoms, boxers, bri... nude, briefs, pajama bottoms. "James Galahad
Clark are you listening to me?"

"Yes, yes, respect the teachers, respect the administrators, respect the
students, no matter how many erroneous facts they may attempt to shove into
my head I must never correct them, I must never disregard them, and I must
never, ever point out their ignorance in front of others in any sort of
showy way." Boxers. "You wish for me to go through each and every day of
the next two years of my education simply performing the tasks required,
completing the assignments requested, and acting a ghost, silent and
alone." Briefs and bottoms.

"Don't get smart with me, young man. If your father--"

"I would never get smart from you, and if you want at least one living
thing left to talk to when you drink yourself-"

"I do not dri--"

"--drink yourself half to death because you know MY FATHER is shtuping
Gloria, then I--"

"Your father is not shtuping--"

"--then I suggest you get home and take that pot, which princess keeps
finding and getting into so you keep moving, and that you currently keep
hidden under your bed, and that I recently laced with some of your sleeping
pills, and throw it out. I would hate to miss some of this fine education
you and father have so charitably and lovingly provided for Princess's
funeral. Think of what a death in the family would do to my gra-."

"That is enough. You miserably little wretch, I have instructed the Madame
Headmistress to be as liberal and creative with your punishments as she
should find fit. If I have it my way you will never see the light of day
again and you will rot in this hellhole. And no matter how hard you may try
you will never get another word into your father's ear, he is mine and mine
alone. Any last words James darling?"

"Knowing he married you for political reasons and doesn't truly love you is
enough, actually." Cunt.


James had never considered masochism before but if every pain felt as good
as his burning cheek then perhaps he would have to put some serious though
into a lifestyle change.

"Students must show proper respect to their elders."

"Pardon me, Madame Superior, I demonstrate respect towards those whom
demonstrate respect towards me and towards those whom have given me no
reason to not respect them, and that women falls into neither of those
categories."

"Indeed, well then perhaps you wish to explain to me why it is that we have
a set of transcripts Mrs. Clark sent to us and why it is we also have a
second set of transcripts that a Miss Gloria Newell sent to us and why the
information differs."

"Miss Newell discovered that the Mrs. Clark whom you just met had not sent
accurate information concerning my education and wanted to ensure that all
went well with my furthering education."

"Mrs. Clark informed me such an event may occur, tell me why should I take
your word, Mr. Clark, over hers?"

"I am hoping for a chance to take comprehension tests, so that the school
may test my ability and place me where it sees fit and would not require to
rely upon transcript reports."

"That is neither here nor there Mr. Clark."

"Madame?"

"I want my answer, why should I have your word over hers?"

"I must attend here, and learn. A lie would be most unwise."

"I see."

"In addition, her birth name is Lilith. While it is not a valid point it
stands to be offered as evidence of her character."

"Indeed it does Mr. Clark, indeed it does. Shall we see about these
placement tests then?"

"For what it's worthy Jamie I'm so ?"

"No. Rae, I'm here, you?re here. And life goes on."

"But Liam?"

"Liam made his decisions and we, as mortals, have not the power to alter
the past."

"James."

"Rachel"

"I..."

"Get to class Ms. Leigh, Mr. Clark."

"Yes headmaster."

Rachel Leigh sat in English Language/English History staring at the board
making every effort to cause the board to combust.

"How does it not bother you?"

"Because it doesn't, Rach."

"But How?"

"It just doesn't."

"But you can't read anything, his a's and o's and u's look all the same."

"Will you just drop it?"

"Mr. Bryans this is your last warning."

Rachel glanced to her right slowly mouth "Sorry, Will." Before continuing
on with her notes and on her attempts to decipher Mr. Longwood's shorthand.
"Cummos huve mony ases in English grummar. Ane sach ase is the seporutian
uf lists. Soch os:"

"Just let it go."

"I can't?"

"Ms. Leigh, Mr. Bryans, do I really have to separate you?"

"You can't separate the hag and the fag."

"Ignore him."

"What's to ignore?"

"Mr. Clay please see me after class. Ah, good afternoon headmistress."

All eyes shot up, all pens froze, all backs went rigid, and all legs
uncrossed.

"Good afternoon Madame Superior."

"Good afternoon, students; Mr. Longwood, is there a problem"

"NO, ugh, no Headmistress...  Is there something I can do for you,
Headmistress?"

"Mr. Clark will be attending your class from now on Mr. Longwood, Ms. Leigh
will fill him in and show him about, I have arranged for his schedule to
match hers, at least for now."

"Yes, Madame Superior."

"Ms. Leigh, I know you be on your best behavior for our new student."

"Of course, headmistress, anything for our school."

"Ms. Leigh I have found soap to be an excellent tool in the removal of
sarcasm from off the tongues of students, unless you remove it yourself I
will intervene."

"Yes, Headmistress."

"Introduce yourself Mr. Clark, and then carry on. God Bless."

"Mr. Clark, please, tell us a bit about yourself, where you were born, what
your favorite novel is, and something about yourself no one else knows."

Rachel felt for the kid, he looked a little young to be in English
Languish, new school no friends. She glanced over, "well? ...Will?"

"What?"

"What do you think?"

"He, well, he. He's interesting."

Rachel Leigh and William Bryans had bumped into one another in seventh
grade spilling their supplies into a pile from which each hurriedly drew
their journals and other items and darted away. Both found it strange that
their hearts and ?I love Mick Clay's were in hands that were not their own.

"I know that look"

"Huh?"

Oh goodness. Will, give the boy time to sit down so he won't slip on your
drool.

"...and I am currently focusing on political philosophers so currently I
would probably say either the leviathan, The Republic, or Atlas Shrugged."

"Interesting, Thank you Mr. Clark, I hope to her more from you."

"I'm afraid my stepmother threatened me against doing so, I?m to remain
silent and not make a peep."

"Well, Mr. Clark what she won't know won't hurt her."

"I'm afraid you?re very mistaken."

"I'm sorry."

"Nothing sir, may I take my seat?"

"Go ahead. Ah, Ms. Pandor please move a seat back, Mr. Clark please take
the seat next to Ms. Leigh. Now class who can tell me when the comma came
into common usage?"

Rachel watched James Clark move towards her and though she would never
admit it to Will, she felt, something, something strange. Interesting
indeed.

"Rachel, was it, I'm James."

"James, this is Will, he'll have most of our classes as well."

"A pleasure, Will."

"I wouldn't touch the fag if I were you James, he might be catching."

"Shut up, Clay."

"We shouldn't talk to the breeder, Rae, he might be contagious and lord
only knows what that boys carrying other than ignorance." And with a wink
to Will, James Clark began to take notes.

"Rach, did he just"

"What?"

"Oh nothing."