“Twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty.” The eight-year-old blonde opened his eyes and looked around the room slowly. He took a few steps forward and glanced to his left behind a shelf. After poking around the room for a bit he decided no one was in there except for him. He dared to venture out into the hallway and start walking off to the right. He heard a few snickers from behind him and a loud shush.
He knew who the sound belonged to and smiled just a little bit. The boy turned quickly and threw open the door to the closet there.
There were a few cries of surprise which eventually turned into fits of laughter. The blonde grinned down at the dark haired boy a year or two younger than him and at the Asian boy who were both curled up, giggling.
“I told you I’d find you.” He announced proudly
“Would have been harder if these two would have been able to control themselves.” A dark haired, seven-year-old girl spoke up.
“You’re the one who wouldn’t let us hide in separate spots!” The dark haired boy spoke up.
“It’s not OUR fault.”
“It’s fair and square.” the blonde nodded “Minho, Teresa, Tommy, you’re all out at the same time and therefore, you all have to be it.”
“Newt we can’t allllll be it.” Minho rolled his eyes.
“Can so!” He protested “I found you first, you’re it. That’s the rules.”
“But with three of us, we’ll find everybody faster. That’s no fun.” Thomas pouted
“Oh come on Tommy.” It was Newt’s turn to roll his eyes
“I’ll be it.” Teresa piped up, rolling her eyes, “if these two dorks can’t handle it, I’ll do it myself.”
“We can handle it!”
“Too late. I’m it now.” Teresa got out of the closet and went to the counting place “You’d better hurry up and hide, ‘cause we all know I’m better at finding than Newt.”
“Hey!”
Thomas laughed and poked his friend on the arm “Come on lets go hide.”
“I’m going to hide by myself.” Minho announced “I know the perfect spot and you two can’t come with me or you’ll just tell her,”
“Will not!” the blonde protested
“Will too.”
“Just let him go. She’ll find him first and he’ll have to be it.” Thomas told Newt with a grin.
Newt rolled his eyes and watched Minho run off, a confident look on his face.
Thomas then quickly pulled Newt down the hallway.
“Wait! Tommy where are we going?”
“Come on I’ll show you!!” He gave him a toothy grin.
The sound of their sneakers pounding against the cold floor mixed with quiet giggles filled the hallway as they ran.
“It’s right around-” Thomas pulled Newt around the corner and they ran straight into one of the adults.
Newt quickly grabbed Thomas by the arm and pulled him back away from WICKED employee who didn’t look happy.
“What exactly is going on here.”
“We-”
“They told us to run. It was for a test.” Newt cut Thomas off, knowing general playing was frowned upon and they might get in trouble.
“Did they now?” The WICKED worker knelt down to look them in the eyes. “Well run on back. Now. I know there weren’t any tests scheduled for today. Go back to your rooms. Now. I’ll send someone to make sure you’re properly studying and not out getting into trouble.”
Both boys had their eyes locked on the ground.
“Yes sir.” Newt mumbled and pulled Thomas along beside him “Come on Tommy.”
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A couple hours later all the children were back in their dorm rooms and this time, they were locked inside for breaking the rules and playing when they were supposed to be studying.
Newt sat at a desk in the room he shared with Thomas, Minho and the little guy named Chuck, flipping through a book looking rather bored. It was late now and they were really supposed to all be asleep at this point. Newt enjoyed the quiet. He could really focus on what he was reading and actually enjoy it, unlike most things at WICKED.
He flipped the page and ran a hand through his hair, trying to force himself to stay up just a bit longer.
“Newt?”
The blonde glanced over to the beds where he saw Thomas sitting up, hair a mess, wrapped in his blanket.
“Yeah Tommy?”
The young brunette shifted a moment before asking “Do you think WICKED is good?”
Newt pursed his lips and sat in silence a moment before he closed his book and walked over, climbing into Thomas’ bed.
“I don’t know Tommy.” He admitted, looking at the younger boy who had become like a brother to him “Some days I think so, and some days I think maybe not. But we’ll just have to see…”
“Do you think they will hurt us?” Thomas asked, big brown eyes filled with uncertainty as he looked at Newt again
“Nah.” Newt assured him as he shook his head “They’re not BAD”
Thomas nodded and crawled over to Newt, hugging him tightly “You promise?”
“I promise, Tommy. And if they DO hurt us, we’ll hurt them right back. Deal?” He wrapped his arms around the younger boy.
“Deal.” Thomas relaxed in his friend’s arms. His brother’s arms. And when he fell asleep there, Newt didn’t move away. He held onto his younger brother and decided he would protect him always. He would protect them all.
So I decided to take a moment and talk about a character who really inspires me. Someone I truly find myself looking up to and wishing I could take some pieces of that character to heart.
Every single day, there are people I come across that I look to for approval and every single day I don’t get it. And I let it get to me. I don’t even know if that person thinks negatively of me I just know they seem to think *insert person* is better because *insert reason*
I look up to Peggy Carter because people honestly DO think low of her because of how she was born. A woman. But she fights anyways and doesn’t let them get to her. Agent Carter reminds me of the truth. That their opinions shouldn’t matter ANYWAYS. Because no matter what I seem to be telling myself on any given day. Be it “I’m not good like *insert name*” or “I wish people liked me more. if they did they’d *insert thing*” I want to think like Peggy. I want to strive to know my value every day. Because as I’ve said in previous posts there are things I LOVE about myself :P I want to be able to focus on the good. And knowing with my whole heart to focus on that instead of focusing on those I happen to THINK I’m not good enough for.
It’s all in my head. Or maybe it’s not. But either way- I want to be like Peggy Carter. I want to REMEMBER my value. Every day. Because I have it. We all do.
” It is for us the living, rather, to be dedicated here to the unfinished work which they who fought here have thus far so nobly advanced. It is rather for us to be here dedicated to the great task remaining before us -- that from these honored dead we take increased devotion to that cause for which they gave the last full measure of devotion -- that we here highly resolve that these dead shall not have died in vain -- that this nation, under God, shall have a new birth of freedom -- and that government of the people, by the people, for the people, shall not perish from the earth.”
Four legs tremble underneath my glass house,
So I’ll put them out of my mind, long enough to call it courage
to live without a lifeline.
I bend the definition of faith
to exonerate my blind eye
Till the sirens sound, I ’ m s a f e
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