(10 years Ago on a middle school camping trip)
Monday, May 11th
Location:Rocky Moutains National Park, CO.
Cleon's POV
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I remember it vividly. One moment I'm taking a picture of the mountains with my classmate, the next I'm toppled the cliff because some rock desires to make friend with my forehead. Then for the slight moment when I thought I was conscious I saw a fox man with white hair and…Creepy inverted colored eyes filled with worry.
Fox Man: "Severtine?! Goodness what were you thinking? Sit still!" Panicked
Cleon: "Severtine? That's not my name…"Fading
?: "Hey, stay with me son. Someone contacted a ranger quick and regroup with the rest of the class!"
That's voice sounds familiar…
Cleon: "D…Dad?" Half conscious
Liem: "Hey welcome back to the land of the living. Don't die or ya mother gonna kill me next." Half joking half scared
He sounds so worried …
Cleon: "What happened…? My head…Hurts."
Liem: "I know just stay awake you took a fall. Everything's gonna be ok." Pulling out a cloth and water canister to clean the blood.
Cleon: "Where'd the fox man go…?" Tries to stand.
Liem: Sit him back down. "Fox Man? Bud, how many fingers am I holding up?"
I was getting dizzy again. I saw him hold up his fingers but there's no telling how many fingers it was, after all I can't see Jack if seeing a man with fox ears… and weird eyes…
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(Presents day at a coffee shop)
Friday, June 12th
Simon's POV
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Simon: "Cleon? Heys, stop spacing out that's the third time this entire conversation." Snapping.
Cleon: "Hm? Sorry about that. As for the weird ghost you said been following, you sure you aren't you know…. Going crazy? Just a question." Trying to get back on topic.
Everytime I bring this up he asks if I'm crazy.
Simon: Let's out an exasperated sigh. "Crazy? Really? You said you've been seeing a Fox man and I'm the crazy one?"
Cleon: "I'm convinced that I have a cognitive issue. I fell off a cliff."
Simon: "At least you skeptical of your cognitive health…" mumbling
Cleon: "Now what the hell is that supposed to mean? You can't agree with me all the time now." Huffs.
I still worry for him. He spaces out a little too much ever since that accident…How can he expect me to not agree with the fact this he may be messed up in the head…
Simon: "Look I say get it checked out, maybe we are both crazy…"
Cleon: Ah, yes One crazy idiot he almost died and the other Who's seeing ghost, yes let's be crazy together"Burst into laughter
Simon: scoffs "Did you finish that man's essay?"smug
That got'em…
Cleon: "Eh…Damnit, that's why we are here…"opens the laptop and pull it up with a disgusted face.
Cleon: Trying not to laugh. "Seriously what is that he prompt he gave us, I mean come on what do you mean write about a time in your life when you were left wondering about your true purpose?!"
Simon: "It's philosophical, yea. It boring, yea, but you can't say your life is boring besides you said you wanted to become a writer. If that what you feel like your purpose is then hey. Just talk about that."
Cleon: "Bore me out of my mind why don'cha…"typing
Simon: sighs "Why did you apply for college if you don't want to do the work?"
Cleon: "Because in society says if you want to do anything, but work in the fast food chain or a store chain, you need a degree. I'll be damned to have to deal with customers because I put cheese on their cheeseburger."
Simon: "Touché, still you can become a freelance writer, you don't necessarily need a degree for it…"
Cleon: "Gotta learn something about writing books, you know like editing, how to publish all of that. Can't be winging it, now can I?"
He's got a point he's one hell of a writer at least 20 completed books, but he's never published a single thing he's written.
Simon: "Ok I get where you're going with that, so why complain?"grumbling
Cleon: Sighs. "I hate the way this man's class is structured, I mean seriously I could do with some visual representation. All he do is talk. It's sound like static in my ears…" groans and lays head on the table. "Seriously, hear his voice makes me sick to a point it always a lecture at some point never a demonstration."
Simon: Pats his back. "Then that's means your just gonna have to be more flexible."
Cleon: Slide the computer over to Simon. "I was half way done anyways mind being my editor?"
Simon: "Sure." Takes the computer and starts looking over the essay.
He has a talent in writing, there's no doubt. He just needs to finish this year off and gradute.
Cleon: suddenly. "So about the ghost you were talking about…?"
Simon: Looks up from the computer. "…?"
Cleon: rest his chin on his hand. "What's does is look like?"
Simon: Looks back at the computer.
What does it look like…?
Simon: "To be honest…She looks a lot like the fox you say you see sometimes… white hair fox ears… though I've never seen her face…. She likes showing up when I get anxious…"
Cleon: Smiles. "Aww, sound like a comfort ghost"
If you can speak of that ghost calling me someone else's name…
Simon: "No…She keeps calling me Viul… she keeps asking about someone named Severtine…?"
Cleon: smile fades and eyes widen.
Simon: Looks back up. "…Why the look…?"
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End of chapter…