no way to breathe easy, no time to be young

[edgeofyourseat]

It's something like the second week of school, and something like the second month that the Hammond family (father, mother, son, assorted house staff) has lived in Sunnydale.

He expected Dad would hear about it, and he expected he'd catch hell, and both of those things happened. What he didn't expect was the part where they packed up and moved to a tiny California town (with a really surprising number of unoccupied mansions for its population). Delaney Hammond Sr didn't even explain his reasoning, not that his wayward son was dumb enough to ask. Somehow, though, moving to the opposite corner of the country is supposed to make all of Delaney Jr's problems disappear.



Yeah, it's not working that way.



Right now, for example, he is meant to be in class. He doesn't even know what class. Where he is is outside in the schoolyard, leaning against a tree, watching the afternoon sun through the leaves and playing with a lighter in his lap. Flick, flick. It's relaxing.

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[trickswithsticks]

Leah was totally in class. Totally and completely in class. No really.

Not really.

She has a sick note from Bill, though. A phone-ahead-and-say-she's-sick sort of note, that gave her time to accompany him on bringing a little daylight to a nest. Now she's back in school, but she doesn't feel like going to class.

There's a kid hanging outside a school building. She drops her book bag unceremoniously at the base of a wall a few yards away, and sticks herself on top of the wall, with a book on Constable.

What? she's not missing art