Timeline/World: School Mates
Characters: Kaden Tine-Forte
Race: Demon – Psychic
Age: 26, physically about 23
Final Word Count: 611 words
I remember back when I was still in school, before the whole world dropped out, near literally, from under my feet.
I’m sure I would have been better off being homeschooled but my carrying father thought it would be best that I go to school with the rest of the populace and while it sat poorly with my grandfather, he had no say and I ended up going to school with, as he would have put it, the lesser kind.
I liked it at first, I could make a few friends though it never lasted long and I never really could figure out why. I would always get in trouble for little things here and there but the vast majority of the time, these were false accusations.
So, more often than anyone would like, me and my parents included, I was stuck in the principal’s office, waiting to hear all about my punishment for this round. I don’t know why things were that way, I don’t know why kids picked on me, other than I was different. My white hair made me stand out like a sore thumb but most of their teasing rolled off my back like that whole duck and water droplet thing. I guess that since I wasn’t reacting to the teasing, they turned to bigger, better things and made sure I got in trouble as often as I could.
They were good about spreading rumours.
So that I just about literally fell into a portal that took me to a place where my father had spent his time, with demons who had adored him? It was a good thing for me. I was in my teens at this point and slowly getting to the point where all those visits to the office to get yelled at for rumours that didn’t even have an ounce of truth—at least where I was concerned—to them, was getting exhausting and I’d considered dropping out a few times.
It wasn’t easy being down there at first, I did miss my parents something bad—they’d always been there for me—but the triplets made it more than bearable. I didn’t see time fly on by until I did and by then it had been at least a few years. What were my parents thinking? Had they thought I’d run off? Did they believe I was dead in a ditch somewhere? It made my heart constrict to know that I had been away for so long but there were no easy ways for me to get back to them.
I was sure, at least, that if I’d managed to get back to them they would have welcomed me back into their arms—they did—and it was that one thought that kept me going. I kept up with the promise I had made the triplets, I made my time, stayed with them and when my time was up, I left, I went back. It hurt to leave them behind but they were not meant to leave, not like I was.
Making it home was difficult, explaining where I’d been all these years even more so but my father was understanding when he realized where I’d been. He had plenty of questions to ask.
Of course, that was years ago at this point, it feels like so much younger and I still miss the triplets but I haven’t found a way to get back to them or to get them out from where they’re at, that’s not to say that I haven’t tried, it’s what I do in my free time, I try to find ways to help them, if they’re still there.
Works of JD Beckett 