Date Posted:03:08:17 03/17/08 Mon Author:TurtleBoy Subject: (S) Repost: Obdurate Avidities 1
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Adrian Conner and his family picked up and left the comfort of their home in Toronto, Ontario. Resettling in a strangely small town by the name of Oakpoint, Alberta.
Being probably the most beautiful place in all the land, with the freshness of the air, the peaceful nights, even a spectacular view everywhere you looked.
Of course, nothing is perfect.
With every day Adrian finds yet another flaw in this seemingly perfect web.
The nights once peaceful, became chillingly quiet.
With every shadow, came an uneasy feeling in the pit of your stomach.
Does the mask of beauty, block the perception of evil…
Is sudden love and happiness, yet another mask to this town of mystery…
Or evil in its purest form.
Obdurate Avidities
Chapter One
By TurtleBoy
The clock was moving slowly that day. My pencil had met my desk at least a million times by now. I’d yawn randomly, between glances at that stupid rigged clock. My mind had wandered so many times the past hour it refused to do it anymore. It was shut down time, the dreaded few minutes before the bell at last rang, freeing me from this hell hole.
It was my second week in, at a new school and a new crowd. I fit in fine at my old school, but this one was different. The students had all found their ‘in’ group, and seemed to have no room for any additions. Or was it me, was I just cursed to be the strange unwanted new kid for all of eternity. Well, maybe not eternity. But for the remaining two years I had left of high school. It’s not like I wanted to be in any form of Cleeke or posse, I just wanted someone, anyone to be even the least bit interested in me. Things were so easy at my other school, I would approach someone, find out if we had any form of anything in common and build from there. But that’s the thing, I’m not a shy person, I speak my mind, I even throw in a few jokes here and there in the middle of class. Not one person seems to see me struggling for friendship. I’ve even approached people and straight out asked them if they would like to be friends. Needless to say, I’m still waiting for them to get back to me. I knew we shouldn’t have moved to this stupid little town.
Just a little tip to anyone planning on moving anywhere, make damn sure you can actually find it on a map before making any bonehead moves. It’s not even viewable on Google Maps. Honestly, has anyone ever heard of Oakpoint Bay before? It’s a very, and I mean very! God I couldn’t emphasize the VERY enough….. small town. Which is located about two freaken hours South of Edmonton. It’s horrible, I’m in Alberta and can’t even see a god forsaken mountain anywhere.
At last the bell rings, not exactly sure you can call it a bell due to the annoying buzz, but hey; at the moment its music to my ears! I rapidly throw all my crap inside my awaiting bag, threw it over my shoulder and booked it outta that place as fast as the school rules would allow me.
I headed out the side door of Oakpoint High School, cutting threw the staff parking lot, hopped the cheesy chain link fence, and headed on threw the huge rocky field which would eventually get me to my house. I wasn’t too particular with the place, it’s huge open areas of nothing bothered me. My parent and I used to live in Toronto, Ontario. Which was perfect, it suited me to no end. Sure there was the occasional smog, the uncontrollable gang problems, filth all over the streets, and yadda yadda yadda. How ever, it was my city. Home of Much Music, and huge ginormous malls, thousands upon thousands of boys roaming the wonderfully crowded halls within the malls. Oh yes, Toronto was mine. And yes I’m gay ok! Big deal! Get over it! There that said back to the good stuff. The thousands upon thousands of…… hehe, you get the point. Moving right along, back to Oakpoint. The town and this is including us new arrivals had a whopping population of five hundred and thirty six. Of course I cant complain completely, there is a nice lake within a miles walk from my house, loads of dear crapping in my back yard, and trees upon trees as far as the eye can see. Which isn’t completely a bad thing. It’s kind of exciting living so close to wildlife. The air is so fresh and crisp, my lungs thank me every day. My house, wow. That’s all I can say. It’s stupendous even. It’s a two story with huge basement, it has a balcony/patio thingy on the second floor. There is 5 huge bedrooms, that I’m not sure why, there’s only the three of us living there. The house is like an over sized log cabin. It wasn’t painted, only stained and treated so it wont wrought. The yard is huge, actually, I’m not sure where my yard ends. Probably where the trees begin, but wow, that’s still at least 5 acres of yard.
I soon approached the front door of the new home knowing full well, that if my mom was home, I’d be out back almost instantly mowing all of those fricken acres. Guess there is a bad side to everything. I reached for the doorknob and slowly gave it a turn with a gentle push. ‘Phew’ the door was locked, meaning my mom was either not home or out back gardening, and it would take her at least an hour before she realized I was in. Perfect, I now had time to throw in a few games of Halo2 before having to do anything.
I unlocked the door and ran straight up the stairs and into my room. Usually I would head straight to the kitchen for a quick bite, to tie me over until dinner. But today, I was undercover, today I had a yard to avoid. I made it to the top of the stairs safely and without detection. Oh wowsers, with all this talk about myself I forgot to mention the basics hehehehe. I’m 16 years old, roughly 5’9” I’m exactly 130lbs, I have shortish blond hair. What I mean by shortish, it’s just long enough so that I can either style it or leave it combed without hassle. Moving along, my eyes are for some reason a multi colored blue/green, a darker green on the inside which fades to a lighter blue on the outside. It’s apparently a common thing on my mothers side. Either way I likes.
The upstairs of the house was huge and open. There was a main room, which was almost like a second living room, I think my dad called it a den. However, I thought den’s were meant to be in the basement. Regardless it was pretty darn big, im guessing at least eight hundred square feet. The far end of the room was all window, from ceiling to floor, and in the middle it had a sliding door which opened to the patio thingy. Currently there was nothing in the huge space besides random boxes, but soon it’s going to be my video game area! I think that’s just my parents excuse to keep me out of the living room. But again, I likes. On one end of the room there was a door which led to my very own bathroom, and next to that was a spare room which we had no clue what to do with. On the opposite side there was another two rooms. The one closest to the patio was mine, and the one next to it was another room of nothing. From there, it led to the hallway in which I was standing, and than led to the stairs that obviously led down stairs to the main floor. In the hallway though was a linen closet which will eventually be filled. Exciting stuff right? Downstairs, the only concern I had was the kitchen. Which led to the back yard and the lower patio. Of course there is also my parents room, the dining room, the living room and my dads office. But those are 100% unimportant.
I walked to my room, opening the door and throwing my self onto my nice unmade bed. I rolled over from my belly to my back, kicking off my shoes and glaring up at the ceiling. Than, slowly scanning the room, taking in all the in familiarities. It had only been a couple of weeks. I still wasn’t used to anything yet. Especially this drastic of a change. I still don’t see why we couldn’t stay back home for another month until summer break commenced. But no, my mom thought it would be better for me to get used to the school and make some friends before the summer. I mean, I could see her point. Not knowing anyone all summer would be boring, but now that I’m here, it was a complete and utter waste of my time. Everyone here seems so secretive. That and half the kids that go to Oakpoint High don’t even live in Oakpoint. Most of them come from other small towns or farms that are near by. Which would really make it hard to visit friends when they aren’t even in the same town as me.
I looked over to my t.v. than around the room attempting to find my X-BOX without getting up. Just my luck, it was probably in a box somewhere. I was still contemplating unpacking everything. It had only been a couple weeks, and I was kind of hoping my parents would get sick of this place and move back home. Unfortunately that was only wishful thinking. That and well, I’m lazy and it sounds like an awful lot of work. Besides, I had just put everything into the boxes not to long ago, I think they should reside there for a while, until it seemed worth the effort.
“Adrian!!!” That’s my name by the way. Crap, Busted.
“Yea Mom!!! What do yea want?”
“Get your scrawny butt down here!” She yelled, in a demanding tone. Which sent chills down my spine by the way.
“Alright!! I’m coming! Hold on a sec!”
I forced my so called scrawny butt off my bed, sliding back on my shoes, as I unwillingly staggered towards my own unavoidable doom. The second I got half way down the stairs, I knew what was happening. My mom was littered in dirt wearing those stupid pink gardening gloves of hers, with her stupid flowery gardening hat.
“Do I even have to say it Adrain?”
“No Mom, I know. Mow the yard, I got it.”
“You weren’t listening to a single word I was telling you this morning were you?”
“What er yea talking about. I was listening. You said Blah Blah Blah mow the lawn, followed by Blah, Blah, Blah.” I stated sarcastically.
“Funny. Now, what I really said was; You don’t have to mow the lawn, because your dad went to go get a riding mower. And instead for you to start unpacking all that crap upstairs.”
“Awe crap. Can’t I put it off another day? I mean, it’s not like it’s going anywhere.”
“That’s what you said the last four days. I want this house to start looking like one. Maybe than things will calm down a little and we can finally relax for a while. Besides, we aren’t going to be able to buy that couch until you unpack those boxes up there, to make room for it.”
“Hey Mom,” I grinned, “You talk way too much.” I blurted, as I turned to run up the stairs. Of course too little, too late. My Mom had knew something was coming and already had plunged to my ankle, grabbing hold. Which in turn made me stumble to the carpeted stairs, as she towered over me the dirtiest tickling ever. Due to the mud perve.
“Okay, okay!!! I’m sorry, I give!”
“Who am I!?”
“The prettiest, most spectacular….. hooo hooo, HAHAHAHA….superest amazing mother a child could ask for!!!!!!!”
“Good enough. Well for now.” She grinned than released me. Stepping back, and calmly walking back towards the kitchen. “Dinners in an hour, and I want to see a change up there before you eat!”
“Your EVIL!!!” I teased as I returned to my feet and trotted back up the stairs to attempt to tackle a few of the stupid boxes.
She had said something else, but I couldn’t quite make it out, so I chose to ignore it. I entered my room once more, looking around at the boxes stacked in mainly threes. I remember now the real reason I had been putting this off. Way too many boxes. After a bit of contemplation, a sat down on the floor with the smallest box I could find. The problem being, I hadn’t labeled any of the boxes, so this was going to be a chore and a half. I unfolded the flaps of the brown cardboard box, opening it up to take a peek. Blast! It was a bunch of really old C.D’s that I doubt I would ever listen to again, so I tossed it aside and reached for another box.
Clothes, boring. I dumped it on the bed, next box; more clothes. Geeze this was becoming unbearable. I went threw several more boxes of just clothes until finally, success found me. My X-BOX games and controllers. Now all I needed was my stupid X-BOX, hehe. This was now my motivation, this was my drive, this was a really big freaken mess! Dear god, what have I done? Examining my work around the room, mounds upon mounds of clothes. I didn’t even remember owning so many clothes. Maybe I’m going to need one of those spare rooms after all, for my clothes alone. Okay, maybe that’s a little over the top, but there was tons of em. Well, can’t put this off. I began to sort threw the clothes, pants, shirts, sweaters, yadda yadda. There was no way in hell I was going to fold any of this! That much I knew for sure. Within fifteen minutes the piles were sorted and the majority was either hanging in the closet or off into the dresser, boring part said and done, I think it’s quitting time!
“MOM!!!!! IS SUPPER READY?!!!”
“It’ll be another 15 minutes sweetie!” She startled the crap out of me, as I noticed she was almost directly behind me smiling.
“Oh, hehehe. Umm, sorry, didn’t see you there.”
“I gathered that much.” She stated, while rubbing her pointer finger to her ear, “Now, isn’t this room looking much better?”
“I guess. But, I can’t find my X-BOX. It’s beginning to bug me.”
“It’s been downstairs next to the t.v. for the last week. I told you several times to bring it up, it’s not my fault you have selective hearing.”
“Funny Mom, really. When’s Dad getting back?”
“I told you, selective hearing.” She smiled, “He’s been outside mowing the lawn with his new toy, I told you at least twenty minutes ago.”
“Oh, did he get a nice one at least?”
“It’s nice, I’m not sure I should have let him go on his own. You know how he gets in those kinds of stores.”
“Uh-oh, you gonna kill him?”
“No, I figure if I let him keep the nice shiny, speedy one, he’ll be more likely to keep up with the cutting. Anyway, he’s in love, way too late now.”
“Hehehe, do you think he’ll let me test run it?”
“I’d give it a week or so for him to get tired of the thing. You know how he gets.”
“Darn! Well I offered, don’t blame me if I don’t want to cut the grass next time you want me too!” Obviously sarcastically, there is no way I would pass the chance to drive like a mad man though out the yard.
“Well, how about you go get washed up for dinner, and I’ll drag your father in so we can eat.”
“Alright Mom, meet you downstairs.” I replied, giving her the clue to exit.
“Than after supper, you can tackle some more boxes!” She smiled, as she left towards the stairs.
I sat back down on my bed for a moment, looking around my room once more. It did actually look much better. Guess it might be worth the effort to get this place sorted out. Well, better get washed up for dinner. Got up off my scrawny butt once more and headed to the bathroom to wash my hands. The bathroom was nice, or at least I liked it. It was a little more than average size, room to move for one thing. The bath was ginormous, I actually think it’s a Jacuzzi. In another corner of the bathroom was a closing shower, with two shower heads, one on each side. Awesome, is all I thought of that. The door closed nice and tight, and there was a small exhaust vent at the top to allow the steam to escape without suffocating you hehe. The sink was huge, bigger than needed in my opinion, but fit with the rest of the room. I could spend hours in here and not get board, if you know what I mean. Oh and there was a toilet too, but when you’ve seen one you’ve seen em all.
I quickly washed my hand with loads of soap and warm water, dried them off and ran down the stairs. So much for spending hours in there, hehe, but dinner is served! I coasted through the living room and right into the dining room, where we were currently pretending we were going to have all of our evening meals in. I give it another week. We usually just sit in awkward silence.
“Did you wash up Adrian?” Asked my Mom doubtfully.
“Of course I did! Even smell my hands, they’re all soapy smelling!” I lifted my hands towards her in a gesture of honesty. This way, I can get away without it on lazy day without question.
“Okay, I believe you. Now sit down, I’ll fetch in the grub.” She demanded.
I sat down, and scooted in. My Dad was sitting at the table already, looking all distracted. Guess he didn’t finish the lawn. Than there it was, dinner at it’s best. My Mom was still getting take out every night, but now was pretending like she cooked it herself for some reason. Little did she know, as appointed garbage boy, she couldn’t sneak a thing past me. As disgusting as it sounds.
“Mmmmm, looks great Mom, I don’t know what it is, but lately your cooking has improved!!” I teased.
“Thanks Hun.” She glanced at me rolling her eyes. Guess she knew I was onto her.
“So, how’s the new Mower run Dad?” I asked attempting to avoid the silence today.
“Perfect! I think she still needs to be broken in, but by the time the yard is done, I’m sure It’ll be perfect.” He said sarcastically.
“Wow two perfects, it must be good.”
“Funny, maybe someday I’ll let you have a go. Well if your good. And if not, well, I’ll just let you use the old push cutter I found in the shed.”
“You’re a funny guy Dad. HAHA honest. But I’m fine letting you cut the grass.”
That was pretty much it after that. I couldn’t think of anything else to say. I think it’s the dreaded dining room, it’s a real conversation killer. So instead, I quietly finished my meal, threw the dishes into the sink, and headed back upstairs to tackle some boxes. I sat down on my floor, and pulled a couple of boxes towards me. Opened one up and peered inside. Bah, just a bunch of junk, I’ll sort that one out later. The next one was a little better, it was a bunch of little toys which I was now using as ornaments around my room. I would set them up in scenario’s on top of my television or my dresser. For example, my Star Wars figures would be battling each other to the death on top of my dresser, and my random action figures would be standing in line saluting. I’m a nerd what can I say.
****BAMB****
Out of no where my bedroom door slammed shut! I jumped back, and looked over towards the door.
“MOM WHAT THE HELL!?”
“WHAT WAS THAT HUNNY?” I hated her calling me that, it was disturbing…
“WHERE ARE YOU?”
“IN THE LIVING ROOM PUTTING UP POSTERS, WHAT’S WRONG?”
“NOTHING, FORget it.” Geeze that must have been quite the breeze or something. I almost crapped my pants!
I got up and went to open the door, peered out into the hall….. “Well, what the hell?” There was blankets and posters scattered across the floor, several of the boxes were tipped over, and water was coming from the BATHROOM! “Ahh Crap!!” I ran, and leaped across the boxes and into the bathroom. The sink was on and pouring across the entire bathroom floor. I ran too turn it off, carefully of course. The water was boiling, and the steam had fogged the mirror. Condensation had begun to build on the tiles which covered half the wall as well. I turned around to go get a mop from downstairs, but as I did something traced in behind me. Or at least it felt like it, but as I turned to see what it was I seemed to slowly be loosing my balance. The room spun but at a very slow and blurred pace, I felt my knees giving out as my arms raised to the air. For a few seconds, or at least that’s what it seemed like, I was in the air. There, in the corner of my eye, something was there. It was blurred but definitely something that shouldn’t be there. It wasn’t slow, nor blurred. It was dark, and hard to make out. The figure seemed to be looking at me. I felt goose bumps run up my back, as I felt the pain of my head hitting the wet floor. The water splashed up, yet I could see the drops slowly climb to the air. The figure approached closer with every heartbeat, than everything went black.
