Mica- August 19th, 2014
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ericadawn16Title: But Time Didn’t Stop
Characters: Mica
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Mica doesn't know why her mum got so upset.
Author's Note: Starts after COE. My apologies if I got the school stuff wrong. I tried to investigate, but it was a bit confusing.
Previous Segment: June 19th, 2010
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
August 19th, 2014
Mica Davies lay on the grass with Chris Foster beside her in the park. She was bored and trying not to think about the flare-up with her mum earlier.
“You could kiss me,” the boy suggested and the eleven year old made a face, “Otherwise, we might be the only ones in sixth year who have never kissed anyone.”
The girl didn’t really want to think about school either.
“I heard the guys call you ‘queer’ if you haven’t kissed a girl yet,” said Chris, not looking back to see her glare, “but maybe that does not matter with your special private geek school.”
“Ughh, I don’t want to talk about it, I wanted to go to Duffryn, like you and Sian…”
“Then, why are you going to Rougemont like David?” asked her best friend, “And why did you avoid telling me and Sian until this week when there is just two weeks until school starts again?”
“Just so I could avoid talking like this,” Mica grumbled as she ran her hands over the scratchy, green blades like she was making a summer snow angel, “My mum said I had to go to David’s school or an all-girls’ one in Cardiff.”
“Too bad you were not more like David or that might have been fun,” Chris commented with a smile until she reached over to slap the back of his head.
“Shut it, you,” she hissed, “You know I don’t like when you talk about my brother that way.”
“Just saying…”
“Well, don’t,” she stated, “At least, I can ride my bike to Rougement.”
Her brown eyes met his green eyes with a grin. They had both ridden bikes to the junior school for the last couple of years which meant they could sneak out easier and secondary school would be even easier than that.
“But I still don’t get it, David asks to go to that school and she doesn’t bat an eyelash,” Mica complained, “I want to go to the local public school like you guys and she won’t let me.”
“Well, I cannot recall David ever bringing a letter home to your parents that was not all about the wonderfulness that is David,” he said with a roll of his eyes and the girl laughed, “But you bring a letter home almost every day and they are not so nice…”
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” she grumbled and rolled over to face him, “I’m just unappreciated in my own time.”
“Or you told Miss Andrews to go fuck herself when she asked you a simple question in front of the class,” Chris reminded her and she frowned. Her brown hair spread across the ground.
“I was at a really good place in my book with the brooches and didn’t want to be interrupted. Maud and Roland were looking at broochs and Maud had just discovered…”
“You just said brooch two times too many to be interesting,” he complained and moved out of the way when she tried to kick him, “I think you are secretly a geek.”
“I am not!” the girl protested while he gave her a disbelieving look, she didn’t want to be a geek, “The school’s just boring, that’s all.”
She suspected he did know the truth, but she didn’t want to admit it. School was boring because it was too easy except the second the adults found that out, she’d be expected to be like perfect David who got perfect marks in everything. He couldn’t do anything wrong. Even his coming-out was celebrated by going out for ice cream.
“Is Sian coming later?” Chris questioned while playing with the strings on his shorts.
“Yeah, you want to go ghost hunting?” she asked and kicked her trainers at the ground.
“You always suggest that and we never see anything because we never go anywhere good, we should go to St. Woolos…”
“No,” Mica interrupted, “I don’t like that place, it gives me the creeps.”
She hadn’t been there in years, but it made her sad when she went past it.
“Why do you want to look for ghosts when you will not go into the cemetery?” he asked so the brown curls flopped around his head. However, she could never admit why because they’d laugh at her. Once, she’d seen a dinosaur, like a pterodactyl or something, and she’d always thought she’d see it again. Whenever she could, she’d look at the sky yet she’d never seen it again. She felt like if she could see a ghost or something else that wasn’t supposed to belong, maybe the dinosaur hadn’t just been a figment of her young imagination.
“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug, “I just do.”
“We could kiss,” Chris suggested again, “We must be the only eleven year olds who have not.”
“Speak for yourself,” Mica said with a grin and watched his shocked expression.
“No?! Who was it with?” he asked, facing her as well.
“Gordon Armstrong,” she revealed and watched the shock trickle down his body.
“Gordon Armstrong, but he has kissed every girl in our year!” the boy grumbled with distaste, “How could you do that?”
“It was remarkably easy,” the girl stated and her grin grew bigger, “I think it was probably his wide experience.”
“So, you are well on your way to becoming a slag then?” Chris questioned and she got to her feet.
“I can’t believe you just said that…”
“Only joking around…”
“You wanker!” she cried and went after him.
“Fine, and proud of it,” he spat while standing up.
“You wish,” she hissed, “you haven’t got a single pube on you.”
“Oi,” he exclaimed as she slapped him against the chest. He turned around on her and she jumped onto his back.
“And you know why nobody’s kissed you yet? It’s because you can’t talk like a normal person. We, Earthlings, like to use contractions; don’t, can’t, won’t, etc.” she told him with her legs wrapped around his chest although his arms were keeping her up.
“Meesh, are you on your period?” he inquired and she sighed.
“Why does every guy just assume that? Even my dad, ugh,” Mica complained with her arms just below his neck.
“Well, are you?”
“NO! I’m just in a mood,” she admitted while watching two little kids laughing, “Because my mum was in a mood when I told her I was going out.”
“Did she yell?” Chris asked while his green eyes looked back at her.
“No,” the girl said, shaking her head, “It was worse. She was sad and when I asked her why, it was worse. She said it was because of what today is and when I asked her what that was, she got really sad and said I should have known, but I don’t have a clue what today is.”
“Is it their anniversary?” he suggested and she shook her head.
“That’s not for three months yet…in November and her birthday’s in March, I just don’t know,” Mica spoke and hated that she felt like she should know, like it was another one of the things forgotten from when she was little. They were just quiet for a moment. Then, Chris broke it, saying, “Meesh?”
“Yeah?” she acknowledged and wondered what he’d say next.
“You’re heavy,” he whispered and she hit him in the shoulder as she slid off.
“Mica, Chris!” yelled Sian from the pathway some yards away and they looked at her, “Mum’s going to the mall in Cardiff, you’re coming?”
“Oh, yeah,” the girl agreed and the boy yelled, “We are coming!”
She froze. Every inch of her body grew cold because she knew that from somewhere.
“Say that again,” she told him and his face held confusion.
“What?”
“What you just said, say it again!” Mica begged and crossed her arms.
“We are coming?” Chris questioned and she closed her eyes, “What’s wrong?”
“Meesh?” Sian inquired and she opened her brown eyes again.
“I just remembered what today is,” she uttered, shaking her head and feeling like an idiot, “It’s my uncle’s birthday.”
“I didn’t know you had an uncle,” Chris commented as Sian asked, “The one in Australia?”
“No, my uncle Ianto,” Mica corrected them, “He died five years ago.”
She barely heard their apologies. What good did they do now? Flashes of memory were running through her head: talking like an alien, a smile, a hand with a tenner in it, being woken up, all the other kids in the house, mum crying while dad held her, everyone screaming, a blue military coat.
August 19th, 2014, Part Two
Characters: Mica
Rated: PG-13 ANGST COE
Disclaimer: I own nothing.
Summary: Mica doesn't know why her mum got so upset.
Author's Note: Starts after COE. My apologies if I got the school stuff wrong. I tried to investigate, but it was a bit confusing.
Previous Segment: June 19th, 2010
Masterlist: http://ericadawn16.livejournal.com/63337.html
August 19th, 2014
Mica Davies lay on the grass with Chris Foster beside her in the park. She was bored and trying not to think about the flare-up with her mum earlier.
“You could kiss me,” the boy suggested and the eleven year old made a face, “Otherwise, we might be the only ones in sixth year who have never kissed anyone.”
The girl didn’t really want to think about school either.
“I heard the guys call you ‘queer’ if you haven’t kissed a girl yet,” said Chris, not looking back to see her glare, “but maybe that does not matter with your special private geek school.”
“Ughh, I don’t want to talk about it, I wanted to go to Duffryn, like you and Sian…”
“Then, why are you going to Rougemont like David?” asked her best friend, “And why did you avoid telling me and Sian until this week when there is just two weeks until school starts again?”
“Just so I could avoid talking like this,” Mica grumbled as she ran her hands over the scratchy, green blades like she was making a summer snow angel, “My mum said I had to go to David’s school or an all-girls’ one in Cardiff.”
“Too bad you were not more like David or that might have been fun,” Chris commented with a smile until she reached over to slap the back of his head.
“Shut it, you,” she hissed, “You know I don’t like when you talk about my brother that way.”
“Just saying…”
“Well, don’t,” she stated, “At least, I can ride my bike to Rougement.”
Her brown eyes met his green eyes with a grin. They had both ridden bikes to the junior school for the last couple of years which meant they could sneak out easier and secondary school would be even easier than that.
“But I still don’t get it, David asks to go to that school and she doesn’t bat an eyelash,” Mica complained, “I want to go to the local public school like you guys and she won’t let me.”
“Well, I cannot recall David ever bringing a letter home to your parents that was not all about the wonderfulness that is David,” he said with a roll of his eyes and the girl laughed, “But you bring a letter home almost every day and they are not so nice…”
“You’re supposed to be on my side,” she grumbled and rolled over to face him, “I’m just unappreciated in my own time.”
“Or you told Miss Andrews to go fuck herself when she asked you a simple question in front of the class,” Chris reminded her and she frowned. Her brown hair spread across the ground.
“I was at a really good place in my book with the brooches and didn’t want to be interrupted. Maud and Roland were looking at broochs and Maud had just discovered…”
“You just said brooch two times too many to be interesting,” he complained and moved out of the way when she tried to kick him, “I think you are secretly a geek.”
“I am not!” the girl protested while he gave her a disbelieving look, she didn’t want to be a geek, “The school’s just boring, that’s all.”
She suspected he did know the truth, but she didn’t want to admit it. School was boring because it was too easy except the second the adults found that out, she’d be expected to be like perfect David who got perfect marks in everything. He couldn’t do anything wrong. Even his coming-out was celebrated by going out for ice cream.
“Is Sian coming later?” Chris questioned while playing with the strings on his shorts.
“Yeah, you want to go ghost hunting?” she asked and kicked her trainers at the ground.
“You always suggest that and we never see anything because we never go anywhere good, we should go to St. Woolos…”
“No,” Mica interrupted, “I don’t like that place, it gives me the creeps.”
She hadn’t been there in years, but it made her sad when she went past it.
“Why do you want to look for ghosts when you will not go into the cemetery?” he asked so the brown curls flopped around his head. However, she could never admit why because they’d laugh at her. Once, she’d seen a dinosaur, like a pterodactyl or something, and she’d always thought she’d see it again. Whenever she could, she’d look at the sky yet she’d never seen it again. She felt like if she could see a ghost or something else that wasn’t supposed to belong, maybe the dinosaur hadn’t just been a figment of her young imagination.
“I don’t know,” she said with a shrug, “I just do.”
“We could kiss,” Chris suggested again, “We must be the only eleven year olds who have not.”
“Speak for yourself,” Mica said with a grin and watched his shocked expression.
“No?! Who was it with?” he asked, facing her as well.
“Gordon Armstrong,” she revealed and watched the shock trickle down his body.
“Gordon Armstrong, but he has kissed every girl in our year!” the boy grumbled with distaste, “How could you do that?”
“It was remarkably easy,” the girl stated and her grin grew bigger, “I think it was probably his wide experience.”
“So, you are well on your way to becoming a slag then?” Chris questioned and she got to her feet.
“I can’t believe you just said that…”
“Only joking around…”
“You wanker!” she cried and went after him.
“Fine, and proud of it,” he spat while standing up.
“You wish,” she hissed, “you haven’t got a single pube on you.”
“Oi,” he exclaimed as she slapped him against the chest. He turned around on her and she jumped onto his back.
“And you know why nobody’s kissed you yet? It’s because you can’t talk like a normal person. We, Earthlings, like to use contractions; don’t, can’t, won’t, etc.” she told him with her legs wrapped around his chest although his arms were keeping her up.
“Meesh, are you on your period?” he inquired and she sighed.
“Why does every guy just assume that? Even my dad, ugh,” Mica complained with her arms just below his neck.
“Well, are you?”
“NO! I’m just in a mood,” she admitted while watching two little kids laughing, “Because my mum was in a mood when I told her I was going out.”
“Did she yell?” Chris asked while his green eyes looked back at her.
“No,” the girl said, shaking her head, “It was worse. She was sad and when I asked her why, it was worse. She said it was because of what today is and when I asked her what that was, she got really sad and said I should have known, but I don’t have a clue what today is.”
“Is it their anniversary?” he suggested and she shook her head.
“That’s not for three months yet…in November and her birthday’s in March, I just don’t know,” Mica spoke and hated that she felt like she should know, like it was another one of the things forgotten from when she was little. They were just quiet for a moment. Then, Chris broke it, saying, “Meesh?”
“Yeah?” she acknowledged and wondered what he’d say next.
“You’re heavy,” he whispered and she hit him in the shoulder as she slid off.
“Mica, Chris!” yelled Sian from the pathway some yards away and they looked at her, “Mum’s going to the mall in Cardiff, you’re coming?”
“Oh, yeah,” the girl agreed and the boy yelled, “We are coming!”
She froze. Every inch of her body grew cold because she knew that from somewhere.
“Say that again,” she told him and his face held confusion.
“What?”
“What you just said, say it again!” Mica begged and crossed her arms.
“We are coming?” Chris questioned and she closed her eyes, “What’s wrong?”
“Meesh?” Sian inquired and she opened her brown eyes again.
“I just remembered what today is,” she uttered, shaking her head and feeling like an idiot, “It’s my uncle’s birthday.”
“I didn’t know you had an uncle,” Chris commented as Sian asked, “The one in Australia?”
“No, my uncle Ianto,” Mica corrected them, “He died five years ago.”
She barely heard their apologies. What good did they do now? Flashes of memory were running through her head: talking like an alien, a smile, a hand with a tenner in it, being woken up, all the other kids in the house, mum crying while dad held her, everyone screaming, a blue military coat.
August 19th, 2014, Part Two
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Date: 2010-01-09 06:55 pm (UTC)I think maybe you mean junior school as nursery school is where kids go before they start proper school and not compulsory.
But a great chapter as always :D
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Date: 2010-01-10 01:37 am (UTC)Thank You! I don't have a Brit-picker.
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Date: 2010-01-10 01:39 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-09 07:26 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-01-10 01:42 am (UTC)Although I fully expected questions about the chapter and no one seems to have any. I don't know if all of you just assume all will be explained or just accept whatever.
Ah well...
I'm glad you like it.
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Date: 2010-01-10 04:12 pm (UTC)I will admit that I find Mica's attitude/thoughts both amusing & troubling. Amusing because of how much she's like Ianto w/ her brains & masks. Epically the bit about trying to not let on just exactly how smart she really is. Troubling because you add those brains to the underlying resentment I think I see and that can be a disaster waiting to happen.
So sad she'd forgotten Ianto's birthday. And my heart clenched when she mentioned seeing Myfanwy.
Can't wait for more.
Morgan
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Date: 2010-01-22 02:23 am (UTC)Yes, she does need something of her own which I tried to do with her investigating Ianto and then, not telling anyone about Jack so he's her little secret...but if you feel at any point that her characterization is false, please tell me.
I'm not sure all her problems are solvable within one story.
THANK YOU!
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Date: 2010-01-16 04:53 am (UTC)Thanks for sharing!
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Date: 2010-01-22 02:18 am (UTC)Thank You!
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Date: 2010-03-24 10:37 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-15 12:14 am (UTC)Thanks!