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 Posted: Mon May 05, 2008 10:30 pm
Jace was not deterred, though she sat through the measurement discussion with an expression of glazed boredom. "Sounds like a little girl who totally friggin' wants me to check!"
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Posted: Fri May 09, 2008 8:08 pm
Ylaine desperately wanted to object to the term "little girl" but it was technically correct. It was just the social connotations that were all wrong. "You should choose your words more precisely," she seethed, almsot a mumble. "The simple physics of your proposition are preposterous." Nothing, it seemed, would cowe Ylaine into backing down.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 4:56 am
"'Your physics are preposterous'?" Jace mocked. "We have a word nerd here! Toilets love word nerds. They like to clean their heads. The water'll swirl around inside your ickle ears and clean the geek out of it. It's like. It's like a baptism."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:03 pm
"Oh," said Ylaine, eyes narrowing and mouth turning sharply down. "You're one of those types. I have no interest in your infantile notion of God and I will thank you to now return my books to me and be on your way."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:07 pm
Ylaine was saying a great deal of words and, in fact, at this juncture, was sounding exactly like Beatrix Darnell: Jace was flicking through her books. "These can join you in the john," she said casually, "they can go on a toilet adventure. All you gotta do is touch the goods, brainiac. Why are you being so stubborn?"
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:17 pm
"Because I am right," Ylaine said flatly, and dared Jace to challenge the veracity of her statement.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 5:25 pm
"Well, I think you're a smug-a** little spore who was giving my legs weird-a** looks," said Jace flatly, "so make it up to me, sproglet."
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 8:41 pm
Something rose in Ylaine, a mixture of fear and anger coupled with the horrifying truth that maybe she was no better than everyone else. Ylaine pushed those thoughts aside in favor of sheer indignation. "If I was staring, it was only because you are a freak," she seethed, the first cracks showing in her elaborately-constructed facade. "If you wish people not to stare, put on some pants."
That, it seemed, was the crux of the matter. Here was another girl who had a blatent physical deformity and instead of hiding it as she should have, Jace flaunted it. Ylaine was even a little bit jealous at how well the tactic seemed to be working for Jace.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 8:47 pm
Getting through Ylaine's cold, mature disdain -- her walls were up much higher than a small child her age normally would have, usually a little girl would have been in tears by now -- Jace grinned, but it was humourless and ugly. It was usually only the general public who whispered about her legs. Nobody in the school minded. Having someone in there who did; that was different. Maybe it was about Ylaine breaking that safe space. Or the vindication. It was complicated.
"Yeah, like you're so normal, freakazoid," she said. "You're like a little miniature Stephen Hawking when you've only just been potty trained. You're a bigger freak than me. Get that? You're the biggest freak."
Jace dropped the books in a heap on the floor, which was unkind. They clattered down. "Just wait until you get a little bigger," she said, "and I'll give you a knuckle sandwich so hard your parents'll feel it."
Because she did unfortunately have the earmarks of a bully, she reached out to grab some of the pale hair on top of Ylaine's head, just to show her who was boss: she was exceedingly surprised, then, when the hair came off in her hand, and she found herself holding a wig.
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Posted: Sat May 10, 2008 8:56 pm
That was the last straw. Forget the books -- she only carried them to look normal and that was impossible now. Ylaine was off and running, little pink shoes slapping across the linoleum tile, darting past the surprised Jace with a single goal on her mind: get out of there, and she had the schematics of the building to do it succesfully.
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