Each Tuesday, rather than a POSSIBLY
IRRITATING ESSAY, I'd like to both challenge you and lend a helping hand. I
generate more speculative and teen story ideas than I can ever use. My family
rolls its collective eyes when I say, "Hang on a second! I just have to
write down this idea..." Here, I'll include the initial inspiration
(quote, website, podcast, etc) and then a thought or two that came to mind.
These will simply be seeds -- plant, nurture, fertilize, chemically treat,
irradiate, test or stress them as you see fit. I only ask if you let me know if
anything comes of them.
Current
Event: http://www.psychologytoday.com/blog/my-life-aspergers/201405/serial-killers-autism-and-mass-murder-once-again
Krzysztof Oja
blinked and slowly shook his head.
Eden Ochion
thought he looked like a shaggy orangutan. A scary one. "There's no way
you can tell me what you're thinking?" she tried again. Krzy -- whose
unfortunate name lent itself to being abbreviated to "Crazy" --
squeezed his eyes shut harder. "You have to tell me what's going on in
that shaggy head of yours!" She said, reaching forward and rapping on his
skull. Why couldn't she get through to him? No one had ever been able to resist
her charms. People ALWAYS told her their secrets. It's why she was the most
popular person at Barack Obama High School. If people made her mad, she could
always spill those secrets. "Don't you have any secrets, Krzysztof?"
He stared at
her, took a deep breath, opened his mouth as if he was going to say something
and then closed it again. It wasn't like he was going to stand up and leave,
Eden thought. She'd actually, physically glued him to his chair. She'd set it
up so that the chair was the only open one in the library. That was because
she'd coaxed, coerced, and blackmailed everyone into leaving it alone just so
that Krzysztof would sit there. What was weird was that he hadn't reacted at
all. She knew -- somehow that she wasn't sure of -- that he realized he was
sitting on several mounds of hardening crazy glue. She smiled at the interior
joke. "Crazy glue for a crazy boy," she muttered. She fixed him with
one of her brilliant smiles and said,
"Anything you want to tell me?"
She was
wondering why he hadn't said anything about the glue when he looked up at her.
The intensity of his gaze was startling after the way he'd always let her looks
slide off him. She'd been trying to catch his eye since he got to school on the
first day. It rarely took her more than a week to break a new person down
enough to find a secret tidbit or two. Even the principal, one of the wiliest
old ladies Eden had ever met, buckled after a two week onslaught of kindness
and interest. In her heart of hearts, Eden called BO High a garden of earthly
preflight...because once she knew what she knew, most people were ready to take
off.
Or do her bidding.
Everyone but little Krzysztof here. That was why she'd made him her special project for the past month. After the challenge of Ms. Zarinche the Principal, she thought he'd go down into a blathering heap as soon as she unleashed her feminine wiles. Now she had to face the possibility that he was gay and she'd have to have one of her coworkers do the attraction and extraction. She smiled into Krzysztof's baby blues. She studied them, looking deep. There was something unexpected in there; a deep, dark secret. Her smile spread from ear to ear.
Here it was at last! "So, saxy boy, you got something you want to tell Mama Eden?"
His gaze didn't
shift, except that it felt deeper, as if it were pulling her forward. She
wanted to turn away because she'd always thought there was something to the
idea that the windows were the eyes into a person's soul. She couldn't. He
still didn't smile. In fact, his face had gone weirdly slack, as if he were
concentrating hard. She tried to blink, but couldn't. She tried to take a deep
breath, to sigh or whistle or something, but couldn't. Strangely, her breathing
was slowing down despite the fact that she was starting to panic. This was
incredibly weird...
Names: ♀ Hebrew, ; ♂ Czech
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