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Tree of Life

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Give it a couple epochs, just you wait

[rocketboytracy]

A Little Inspiration

‘Okay, next time you come in from the north and Lance come in from the south. If he tries to keep his position like before we can distract him and then Keith and I can get him from the cliff behind him--hold on, I’ve got an incoming transmission.’

‘Hey, Alan is everything okay?’ 

‘Yeah yeah, just one of my teachers reminding me I have some homework due. Not that it’s all that important.’ 

Alan pushed the message from his mind, he had more important things to tend to, like kicking this stupid player’s butt. If he thought he could hold that stronghold from them he was going to regret it. 

Though Alan hadn’t actually opened the message, it still sat on his computer unread, though he had probably been right about it’s contents. There were similar messages below it--all reminders of homework due, lessons undone, and that his grades that were slipping. 

Alan didn’t really care though. What was the point? He was smart, he knew he was smart, everyone knew he was smart. The homework, those lessons, school it was all stupid.  None of it mattered. 

Nothing mattered really. His father, his brothers--they were off doing awesome stuff everyday, and he was stuck on this stupid island doing what? Homework? It was stupid. Even if he did his work, got into collage, what would he do? Nothing exciting that’s for sure.  

He could imagine the conversations in his head already: 

‘Tracy, huh? Any relation to the ones in International Rescue?’

‘Ah, yeah, they’re my brothers.’ 

‘Oh? why aren’t you a part of it too? Why’d you choose to be a just a regular pilot/engineer/astronaut or whatever?’ 

‘They didn’t need me. There was nothing for me to do.’ 

No more ‘birds’ to fly. No more agents needed. He was just the last son, an extra. 

‘Alan, to your left!’ 

‘Crap, he got help?!’ Alan snapped back to what he was doing and started shooting at the other players, but his distracted mind was enough to give the player the upper hand and soon Game Over was displayed across his holoscreen. ‘Dang it. Sorry guy.’

‘S’okay, Alan. We’ll get him next time.’

‘Yeah, I gotta go, it’s getting late and my mom’s started to gripe at me.’ 

‘Haha, yeah, time for dinner for me. Talk to you guys later.’ 

‘Yeah. Later.’ Alan tossed his controller onto the floor and leaned back in his beanbag chair, his head hanging over the edge. He sighed and opened his eyes when he heard his door open. 

“Back from your rescue already? Thought you had to go to Venus or something.”  

@colonel-jeff-tracy

[thalieshelen]

Some Observation.

A Mr. Fab from the Musée d’Orsay, my hand, and the of Natural History in Paris.

[rocketboytracy]

I’m Not My Brothers

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It was spring and Alan had just turned 11 a month ago. He should have been outside enjoying the spring day with his friends, instead he was slouched down in a chair too big for him, his feet kicking the air under him. His arms were crossed and he was trying his hardest not to look at the secretary that sat behind the desk on the other side of the room.

The bell for the end of recess rang, and he could hear his friends yell and the teachers shush them as they made their way back to their classroom. Alan should have been with them. They still had an English lesson to go through, but his teacher had brought his things to the office during recess. His bag sat on the floor next to the chair, his books and homework neatly packed inside. He hadn’t said anything, just frowned at him, but Alan had ignored it. 

“Alan Tracy?”

Alan jumped a little at his name and finally looked up.

The principle stood there with an eyebrow raised. “In my office, if you would.”

“Like I have a choice?” It was mumbled, and barely a whisper. If the principle had heard it, she didn’t make any comment or acknowledge it at all. He sat down in the chair in front of the desk and slouched down again.

She sat down in her seat behind her desk, elbows on top, and fingers interlocked. “Alan Tracy.” She frowned a little and took in a deep breath. “I didn’t think I’d see you in my office, though I’d seen Gordon a few times while he was at this school, you always seemed to be more like your other brothers in that sense. Well behaved, and content to respect authority and abide by the rules.”

Alan crossed his arms tighter around his torso. He didn’t want to be there, didn’t want to be lectured by her.

“Your teacher told me what happened, but I’d like to hear it from you.”

Alan said nothing, but looked at the small stain in the carpet to the left of his foot.

“You were quite rude to him.”

“So?”

“So, why?”

Alan just shrugged his shoulders and slouched more in his chair.

“You had to have had a reason for calling Mr. Allyson stupid.”

“I didn’t call him stupid.”

“From what I was told you said, ‘the homework is stupid, the book is stupid, you’re stupid, the school is stupid, everyone is stupid.’ And you threw the book at the wall. If that is not correct, please let me know.”

He had said a lot more than just that, but didn’t dwell on why his teacher hadn’t told her everything, or maybe why she wasn’t repeating everything. He knew what he had done had been stupid, but he had still done it. He wasn’t particularly mad at his teacher or his book or anything, but at some point during the lesson something had been said that had just pushed the right button, and the button had kept getting pushed, until it was just being held down and something had to happen. He wasn’t a violent kid, none of his brothers were, but maybe that was part of the problem--he wasn’t his brothers.

“I’ve already called your father. He’s on his way to pick you up. I will be having a chat with him before you leave of course--about what happened today and other things as well. It looks like your grades have been steadily dropping. Any explanation for that?”

Alan just looked away at the random picture of the ocean on her wall. He didn’t have to explain anything to her, not that there was anything to explain.

“Very well. Go on out and sit in the office again until your father get’s here.”

Alan stood and made his way back out to his seat across from the secretary. He pulled himself back up into the seat and pulled his knees up to his chest. He wanted to just go home and hide in his room and not face his father at all--or any of his brothers for that matter. He just wanted to be alone.

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