Black_Coffee
01-20-2006, 04:48 PM
Chapter I
Mater Victoriosa
- Dunno. Sounds kinda freaky.
It was that long drowsy silence again, that Tom hated so much. Even when he was a child they expected from him to talk a lot. As if he had a lot to tell about something. Oh, yes. He had a lot to tell about. He just didn’t feel like doing it. No one deserves that – people hanging around, grinning joyfully and saying: “Come on! Tell us more about it!”. It’s just out of curiosity, nothing less, nothing more. If they were really interested in what he tells them, I bet they would’ve just waited a second or two, while he takes a breath. But no, they were greedy. That’s the word. When you are trying to figure out what are you doing here, why are all those faces starring at you... You don’t stand a chance, for goodness sake! That’s the whole thing. Tom had that problem for ages. When everybody stares at him he gets kinda stiff and thinks: “So they are listening to ME?” and of course he ALWAYS screws the whole thing up. Doesn’t matter if it’s an official dinner with the colleges of his dad or just in front of his friends.
But if he could concentrate for just one second, if they gave him a ****ing second than things would change a lot. When Tomas has time to sort things out, he can tell stories for ages – as if he was BORN TO DO IT, he can be a fantastic storyteller – I mean, he has that sense of when to stop explaining details and were to put the exact pause and... You gotta hear him telling stories. Just one second – to take a deep breath, concentrate, to win a litte bit time and than one can get transfixed by him.
But that was not the case. In fact, it was the most embarrassing situation you could ever imagine. There were those old ladies, very good friends of his mum. He had just finished with school and was going to have lunch, when suddenly his mother came rushing into the kitchen and said with that not-to-be-interrupted-harsh-tones voice:
- Darling, I invited Marieta and the other girls on a tea party and I would love it if you could drop in for a minute or two and tell them one of your breathtaking stories!
Yeah. That was the word – breathtaking. Cuz right now Tomas couldn’t feel his feet.
He was sitting on the table – fork and knife in his hands, ready to eat and suddenly this will for eating was replaced by an urge to go and puke somewhere far, far away:
- What?
- Come on, pumpkin – I’ve told them so much about you and how you won that contest and...
She stopped when she saw his face. It’s colour vaguely reminded her of chalk, on the other hand, she couldn’t escape the feeling, that suddenly someone had exchanged her son with a white wax figure.
- Darling… are you all right?
- Of course I’m NOT, mum – snarled Tom, as if he was trying to remember how to use his fork and knife – You can’t just go there and tell what an amazing storyteller was I, witch is a lotta rubbish, If you ask me, or other stuff, that are non of their business. Besides, I haven’t finished my lunch!
- You haven’t started it, either – remarked his mother – It will take just one minute.
- Hey, slow down! I can tell them the story later, is that a problem?
- Yes, it is, Tomas! Because they already heard that you came in the house and they would love to see you too. Just a bunch of old-fashioned, young looking for their age ladies, who have nothing to loose in their life. Is it so hard not to be egoistic for you?
She was examining his reaction very carefully. As if she was hoping that he will say something like: “All right! But only this time!”, but she got the impression that Tom hadn’t the slightest will to go there and entertain her friends. In fact, he felt so grumpy today, that he wasn’t even in the right mood to tell the stupid story. But his mum had a lot of tricks beneath her sleeves:
- Do you still want to have pocket money?
It was a big, very big mistake.
- Who do you think am I, mum? I had an awful day, I’m tired, hungry and If you continue treating me like a five year old child I’m gonna pay Gerry a visit tonight and stay there until I change my mind!
- Sometimes I can’t understand you at all. I mean, you were very polite and nice and all… Than suddenly – this! That’s not like you, Tomas! But I don’t care about your day and how bad was it, cuz It never mattered to YOU how bad my day was, and whenever you needed me, I was there! So move come with me in the dining room! NOW!
Tom was shocked. He had never seen his mother so angry. He was so stunned, that he could only say:
- Dunno. Sounds kinda freaky.
It was that long drowsy silence again, that Tom hated so much. But suddenly his mother said with a very low voice:
- No it doesn’t! – she was whispering – If you don’t go there and do as I say, I promise you officially, that maybe I’m gonna take a break with cooking dinner and stuff? What do you think?
- Dreadful – remarked Tomas – this whole things is so-o-o dreadful. But than he thought that he can’t imagine himself cooking dinner or whatever – all right, then! You win!
- Now beat it – hissed his mother, but when Tomas turned his back, on the way to the dining room she grinned victoriously…
This is smth I wrote. My english isn't very good, but, dunno... What do U think about it? I am not sure that I have to finish it or just leave it like that... I know it has a chapter 1, but still...
Mater Victoriosa
- Dunno. Sounds kinda freaky.
It was that long drowsy silence again, that Tom hated so much. Even when he was a child they expected from him to talk a lot. As if he had a lot to tell about something. Oh, yes. He had a lot to tell about. He just didn’t feel like doing it. No one deserves that – people hanging around, grinning joyfully and saying: “Come on! Tell us more about it!”. It’s just out of curiosity, nothing less, nothing more. If they were really interested in what he tells them, I bet they would’ve just waited a second or two, while he takes a breath. But no, they were greedy. That’s the word. When you are trying to figure out what are you doing here, why are all those faces starring at you... You don’t stand a chance, for goodness sake! That’s the whole thing. Tom had that problem for ages. When everybody stares at him he gets kinda stiff and thinks: “So they are listening to ME?” and of course he ALWAYS screws the whole thing up. Doesn’t matter if it’s an official dinner with the colleges of his dad or just in front of his friends.
But if he could concentrate for just one second, if they gave him a ****ing second than things would change a lot. When Tomas has time to sort things out, he can tell stories for ages – as if he was BORN TO DO IT, he can be a fantastic storyteller – I mean, he has that sense of when to stop explaining details and were to put the exact pause and... You gotta hear him telling stories. Just one second – to take a deep breath, concentrate, to win a litte bit time and than one can get transfixed by him.
But that was not the case. In fact, it was the most embarrassing situation you could ever imagine. There were those old ladies, very good friends of his mum. He had just finished with school and was going to have lunch, when suddenly his mother came rushing into the kitchen and said with that not-to-be-interrupted-harsh-tones voice:
- Darling, I invited Marieta and the other girls on a tea party and I would love it if you could drop in for a minute or two and tell them one of your breathtaking stories!
Yeah. That was the word – breathtaking. Cuz right now Tomas couldn’t feel his feet.
He was sitting on the table – fork and knife in his hands, ready to eat and suddenly this will for eating was replaced by an urge to go and puke somewhere far, far away:
- What?
- Come on, pumpkin – I’ve told them so much about you and how you won that contest and...
She stopped when she saw his face. It’s colour vaguely reminded her of chalk, on the other hand, she couldn’t escape the feeling, that suddenly someone had exchanged her son with a white wax figure.
- Darling… are you all right?
- Of course I’m NOT, mum – snarled Tom, as if he was trying to remember how to use his fork and knife – You can’t just go there and tell what an amazing storyteller was I, witch is a lotta rubbish, If you ask me, or other stuff, that are non of their business. Besides, I haven’t finished my lunch!
- You haven’t started it, either – remarked his mother – It will take just one minute.
- Hey, slow down! I can tell them the story later, is that a problem?
- Yes, it is, Tomas! Because they already heard that you came in the house and they would love to see you too. Just a bunch of old-fashioned, young looking for their age ladies, who have nothing to loose in their life. Is it so hard not to be egoistic for you?
She was examining his reaction very carefully. As if she was hoping that he will say something like: “All right! But only this time!”, but she got the impression that Tom hadn’t the slightest will to go there and entertain her friends. In fact, he felt so grumpy today, that he wasn’t even in the right mood to tell the stupid story. But his mum had a lot of tricks beneath her sleeves:
- Do you still want to have pocket money?
It was a big, very big mistake.
- Who do you think am I, mum? I had an awful day, I’m tired, hungry and If you continue treating me like a five year old child I’m gonna pay Gerry a visit tonight and stay there until I change my mind!
- Sometimes I can’t understand you at all. I mean, you were very polite and nice and all… Than suddenly – this! That’s not like you, Tomas! But I don’t care about your day and how bad was it, cuz It never mattered to YOU how bad my day was, and whenever you needed me, I was there! So move come with me in the dining room! NOW!
Tom was shocked. He had never seen his mother so angry. He was so stunned, that he could only say:
- Dunno. Sounds kinda freaky.
It was that long drowsy silence again, that Tom hated so much. But suddenly his mother said with a very low voice:
- No it doesn’t! – she was whispering – If you don’t go there and do as I say, I promise you officially, that maybe I’m gonna take a break with cooking dinner and stuff? What do you think?
- Dreadful – remarked Tomas – this whole things is so-o-o dreadful. But than he thought that he can’t imagine himself cooking dinner or whatever – all right, then! You win!
- Now beat it – hissed his mother, but when Tomas turned his back, on the way to the dining room she grinned victoriously…
This is smth I wrote. My english isn't very good, but, dunno... What do U think about it? I am not sure that I have to finish it or just leave it like that... I know it has a chapter 1, but still...