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I Know God Lifts Up the Lowly: Chapter One

Hi there! Sorry I haven’t posted anything in quite some time, but I’m very proud to finally post this fic. I’ve been working my ass of the last half a year on this story and I really hope you all love it. Thank you for the continued notes, comments, reads, and kudos during my unplanned hiatus. Writing is my entire world and your support means the world.

-San Francisco, California-

Moritz opened his second package of Ding-Dongs around eleven o’clock, not even bothering to hide from the security cameras. In fact, he found it funny to eat the styrofoam tasting cakes while looking at the monitor that sat on the counter, watching himself feast on the stolen goods from an over-the-shoulder perspective that sorta gave him the creeps. The thought of his boss finding out and getting pissed didn’t phase Moritz for plenty of reasons. First of all, his boss had been pissed at him a hundred times over and for things much worse than enjoying some Hostess treats while on the clock. Second being that he found the Ding-Dongs delicious, so that was a personal win of his. And the final reason being the fact that he would be dead by midnight.

He had been telling himself that all night, using is as an excuse more than anything. Why mop when he’s going to be dead in an hour? Why stop the kids that came in to shoplift? Why not enjoy a cream filling snack cake when he was gonna be laying out on the bathroom floor by the time morning came?

He made himself chuckle. How fucking morbid. ABBA’s Take a Chance on Me started playing over the tinny speakers.

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this one isn’t gonna end sad I SWEAR

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A Life in Your Shape: Chapter Three

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In which the gang skips dinner.

If I was good at anything. It was swimming. I could swim for hours without getting tired. When I was a kid and Mom would kick me out of the house, I would ride my bike to the public pool in Randolph and spend the day there, swimming laps and knowing that no one would try to talk to me. And part of me was glad that no one tried.

Now, I couldn’t swim in peace. Melchior and Georg refused to let me do a lap around the “Cove” without swimming after me. The pair seemed to find their only joys in life splashing me or grabbing my ankles and trying to pull me under.

Our freshman year, Melchior would race me around the “Cove”. Now, he was trying to drown me. He probably just got slower.

I gave up around the fifth of six time I was pulled under. Instead, after coming back to the surface, sputtering for air, I swung wildly.

“You jackasses are gonna get me killed,” I coughed and managed to land a punch on whoever was next to me. When I managed to push my hair from my eyes, I saw Georg snickering like a little girl. He was desperately trying to stay afloat, his pale body shining and reflecting like the moon under the water.

That’s why they called it Clear Cove. The water was so clear that you could see every detail beneath the surface. No distortion, it looked like there was nothing between you and the sand and pebbles. It wasn’t really a cove though. More like a big pond. But not a cove.

But the nerds who pointed that out were told to shut up.

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A Life in Your Shape: Chapter Two

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I’m falling more and more in love with this story the more I write it. I’m really excited to get a real slow-burn angst going. Also, I was told this is like Call Me By Your Name mixed with Dead Poet’s Society. And god, if that ain’t right.

The worst part about the dorms were the longer you had to walk the older you got. When I was a freshman and I first got to Faraday, my room wasn’t even ten feet from the front door. My sophomore year it was a short walk to the second floor and my junior year it was a workout to get to the third floor.

Now, threatening Chancey Hall was my home. While all the other boys bunked in the hulking, brick Iley Building just a minute long walk from the main courtyard, the dwindling population of seniors were stuck in the back of the campus. Chancey behind Iley, a single stone path being the only thing that lead to what just looked like a huge, white house. Something in a rich suburb somewhere meant for a couple with a hundred kids.

The only good thing about being so far from the rest of the school was distance from all the underclassmen, their parents clogging up the parking lot and their gaggle of siblings wandering around. Out here, it was just the boys I had known my entire life.

The second I stepped foot into the lobby, I was met with the shouts and greetings of a dozen familiar voices.

“Ernst!” Georg’s voice rose above the others. “We were just talking about you!”

“What about me?” I set down the ERNIE suitcase, being careful to turn the writing away from the crowd of boys. Fifteen or sixteen boys had managed to cram themselves into the couches set up around the room. Those few who couldn’t fit sat on the ground on the rug probably worth more than I was. Those who weren’t in the apparent welcoming club were busy walking up and down the hall, unpacking and chatting.

Georg slid off of the arm of one of the couches, approaching with open arms. “Wondering what you did in bum-fuck Connecticut all summer.”

“Everything there is to do in Bum-Fuck, USA,” I was brought into a tight hug. “Absolutely nothing.”