Date: Thu, 23 Aug 2018 15:51:11 +0000 (UTC)
From: Kim Hansen <ringinmine@yahoo.com>
Subject: Ring in Mine #3 Nephi and Jerome Chapter 41

Ring in Mine #3: Nephi & Jerome: Chapter 35

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Thanks Zach for your editing skills. Here is Chapter 41.

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Chapter 41

Early morning came. The thought of going to school was more than Jared
could handle. He heaved into the toilet, having already lost what remained
from dinner.

After a search Drake had found Mary, "Mary, Jared is sick. Will you check
on him? I'm worried."

"Drake, I'll be there as soon as I can. I am sure I know the problem and
the solution." Mary reassured the worried boyfriend.

Mary sat next to her sweating son. "Jared, you can quit worrying about
school. We put our heads together and decided for your safety you should
attend classes here." Jared's rigid posture melted into a relaxed puddle
supported by his mother on one side and Drake on the other. "Drake, Kenton,
and Kyle are in similar situations. Grandma Grace made it so you don't have
to worry about a scholarship to attend college. I will be homeschooling the
four of you working toward the GED exam."

Jared had spent the end of the last school year in misery after being
outed. Thanks to Yancy's mother everyone would know he was gay. "

"I have invited Margaret for dinner on Thursday and she will meet with each
of you." Jared didn't mind he had to see a shrink.

Mary had decided that all of her students would learn Italian. During the
morning session Mary only spoke Italian. For Mary it had been a second
language growing up. For the twenty years of her marriage her husband
refused to have that `damn Catholic language' spoken in his house. Looking
back her husband had always been small minded and never open to new ideas.

The littles were picking it up faster than the teens. For the older boys
she started with reviewing math concepts so they could get used to the
Italian terms before she started harder concepts. They read with the
littles from Italian primer books Mary had translated from
English. Reading, writing and literature were in the afternoon when Mary
allowed English.

After the first week, Italian became the required language during morning
chores. Mary moved classes to the old boy's dormitory so Nephi could help
and learn Italian with the others. Being only a week into the new quarter
Jerome added an Italian class to his college schedule.

Nephi continued physical therapy in the afternoon.

"If you want to get out of that chair you need to work harder!" Nephi was
having an apathetic afternoon. He didn't care. "Your upper body needs to
pick up the slack."

Nephi stood halfway between two parallel sets of handrails. "It feels like
I'm just dragging it behind me."

"That's because you are. You need to swing it forward. The brace will keep
your knee from buckling."

"But it's too hard."

"You don't want it enough!" The therapist provided a new source of
motivation. He left Nephi standing where he was and took a chair near the
end of the rails. He had a magazine open but always kept an eye on Nephi.

"Are you going to leave me here?"

The therapist looked up. "Yes!"

The bars were tall enough that if Nephi pushed his arms straight he could
lift his feet an inch off the floor. Now Nephi was angry. He lifted himself
from the floor and swung his legs forward at the same time. He moved his
hands in front of his body and did it again. As Nephi neared the end the
therapist picked up the box of brownies and moved to the other end near
Nephi's wheelchair.

"Those are my brownies." The therapist licked the fudge frosting from his
fingers finishing the first brownie.

Nephi's anger grew. He made the difficult turn to face the other direction
and having figured out a way to move at a respectable speed he forced his
way past his screaming muscles and made it to the end. The therapist was
still out of reach. Holding on to the bar with one hand he transferred to
the wheelchair.

"That's what I've been talking about. You must care enough, be angry
enough, to make yourself move beyond the easy and do the difficult." The
therapist allowed Nephi only half a brownie. Nephi lay face down on the
massage table. It always seemed odd knowing his leg was being touched but
not feeling it. "Rollover!"

Nephi managed the maneuver. "We will try something different today. The
therapist put a towel over Nephi's face. I want you to feel each part of
your body as I work on it."

The therapist kept up a running monolog. "Today you've earned a reward."

There was silence as his fingers traced their way up the insides of his
legs. Nephi grew hard. The towel over his midsection fell to the side
exposing his hardness.

"This isn't right. I'm married." Nephi tried to remove the towel from his
face to find his arms secured to the table.

A pair of soft lips surrounded Nephi's rampant manhood. "You can't do
this."

A husky whisper drifted through the towel. "Today I can!"

Nephi gave up and enjoyed his reward. He felt a rubber rolled over his
dick. Followed by the pair of lips. Feeling a lubed finger working his hole
pushed him over the edge. He filled the rubber. The door opened and closed
leaving Nephi naked on the table.

A few minutes later the door opened again. "Nephi, what's going on in
here?" Jerome tried to sound upset.

"You sound nothing like my therapist. What's with the rubbers?"

"I'm saving your cream for my coffee." Jerome answered.

"You don't drink coffee."

"I'm using it on my cereal in the morning?" Jerome tried again. This had
been the fourth time Jerome had collected Nephi's load.

Jerome almost said something about cloning but that was too close to the
truth.

"I'm glad it was you and not my therapist." Nephi had a kiss for his
partner.

By the end of the third week the crowd at the front gate had
disappeared. As much as Yancy's mother tried to keep it in the headlines,
people moved onto other things.

Drake and Kyle had to stay on the property for their safety until they
settled things in the courts, Kenton and Jared stayed close to home. Groups
of people, even family triggered Jared's anxiety attacks. Part of Jared's
therapy was to be in crowds of increasing size. First it was the family at
dinner. Then they would invite people over from the extended family. Sean
suggested they invite one of the work teams and their family each weekend
to use the pool.

During the first of these Jared scanned the crowd never leaving Drake's
side. Drake noticed unfamiliar teens and adult men made him the most
nervous.

An officer from internal affairs wanted Jared to come to the station to
answer questions. Margaret insisted Jared's lawyer be there. Adam had the
day off and insisted on driving Drake, Jared and Mary to the station. Early
that morning the station called and moved the appointment ahead an hour.

When Mary was out of sight Nephi declared an extended recess at the
compound's playground as long as they only spoke Italian.

As they approached the police station there was a crowd with anti-gay
placards and a tv reporter. In the middle of the group Yancy's mother was
playing ringmaster. Mary wanted to know who informed the press. Jared
ducked down in the backseat. Mary rolled the window down. Yancy's mother's
voice projected over the crowd with the trained ease of a stage performer.

"Today, they will ask the hard questions about the viscous attack that left
my son without the use of his thumb." She held Yancy's bandaged hand up for
the camera. Mary rolled the window up cutting off her impassioned
speech. "How does she find out where and when Jared will be?" Mary
wondered.

Adam pulled around the back of the building into the secure inmate transfer
area. When the gates were closed Adam opened the door first for Mary and
then for Jared. Adam led the way through the secure areas of the
station. Jared's lawyer was livid. If Mary hadn't called him he wouldn't
have known about the time change. At least one person in the police
department was leaking information.

They hadn't even sat down. "After the show in front of the police station,
I am ready to take my client home. If the questions branch away from what
we discussed, we will leave." The lawyer let Jared sit first.

"I've read your statement and it leaves a lot of questions unanswered." The
officer shuffled through his papers.

"Why did the boys stop if it wasn't because of car troubles?" Jared's
lawyer stood up. Jared we are leaving.

"No, we are just getting started." The lawyer tried the door and found it
locked. "The boy may be a hostile witness, but he will answer my questions
before he leaves. Sit down!"

"How many men have you seduced into having gay sex?" The officer waited for
an answer. "I have only had sex with my partner, Drake."

"Did you have sex together before you were sixteen?"

"That is enough. Jared you will not say another word. They brought us here
under false pretenses."

"How many times did you make sexual advances toward Yancy before you
attacked him?"

"Are you afraid to answer because it will show your guilt?"


Chief Thompson found Adam and Mary sitting on a bench in the hallway. "Why
are you here so early? Your appointment with internal affairs isn't until
eleven." After a brief discussion and a lengthy search through
interrogation rooms they found Jared.

The Chief opened the door with his master key. "What is going on?"

"We are investigating a series of illegal gay behaviors that ended in the
attack against a young man costing him the use of his thumb." The officer
answered. Detective Scott is on the other side of the glass recording the
interrogation.

The recording equipment was still on but the room was empty.

The search was on for Detective Scott. There were interrogation rooms to
check, plus all the offices.

"He left the building, handed the loud TV lady a tape and they left
together." The officer at the front reception counter informed the
Chief. The investigator from Internal Affairs had his hands full without
questioning Jared at length. His questions were about Detective Scott.

That night Nephi and Jerome snuggled on the couch not paying attention to
the evening news until a familiar name popped up.

"This afternoon during what appears to be a routine traffic stop a car
struck and killed Officer Detective Scott of the Salt Lake Police
Department." The reporter stood on the sidewalk near Pioneer Park downtown,
an area known for drug activities and a homeless hangout.

"He pulled up behind a green Buick. He was getting back in his car when
another vehicle hit the officer." A homeless man explained. "It ripped the
door right off the cop car . . ."

"It wasn't a traffic stop it was a drug deal. The cop handed the driver in
the green car a duffle bag and carried a big brown envelope back to his
car." A ragged woman leaning on a shopping cart interrupted.

"Both cars left the scene of the accident leaving Detective Scott lying in
a pool of blood." The reporter continued.

"I turned him over to do CPR but half his face was missing. A metal shard
protruded from his chest. There was no heartbeat." Another homeless man
sporting a U.S.M.C. tattoo filled in important details.

The scene cut to an officer in uniform. "It's a tragic day for the
department. Both cars disappeared from a downtown parking structure earlier
in the day." The scene switched to a fire truck on the salt flats. "A Utah
Highway Patrol officer discovered the cars on the west desert when he
investigated a pillar of black smoke. With the intensity of the flames
there is little hope of finding any evidence. Detective Scott was part of
the gang task force. We are treating this as a gang related homicide. If
you were on or near Stansbury Island this afternoon and saw a vehicle
leaving the area please call the number on the screen."

Adam saw lights in the main house as he returned home after his shift. He
heard the end of the story. "You've only heard part of the news. Someone
has cleaned out all of the physical evidence and files about the gang
activities on the east side of the valley."

"Damn, if they are cleaning up loose ends our boys are in danger." Jerome
looked to Nephi. "How are we going to handle this?"

The phone rang. "Have you seen the news?" Benny sounded concerned.

"Yeah, we watched the news and Adam filled in the details. How do we keep
the boys safe?" Nephi asked.

"The highway patrol has an officer posted at the gate tonight. You might
see a security guard walking the perimeter. Lock all the doors and
windows." Benny finished up.

"We won't worry the family by telling them tonight." Nephi decided.

Nephi couldn't settle into sleep. Jerome had school the next day. Nephi
used the bars by his bed to maneuver himself into his chair. After a stop
at the toilet he moved to the recliner in the main room. His clipboard in
hand, he drew modifications he thought might make the compound more secure.

He wasn't sure how to pay for the changes. Being stuck at home he had
looked at the income and expenditures. They were spending money faster than
they were making it. The landscaping business was doing well but they were
paying more workers. Jerome had an income from Grace's trust. Nephi's
income covered the groceries not raised on the farm. The women did well
with the booth they had at the farmer's market. They sold the goods and
produce beyond what the family used. He had never asked where that money
went.

With his mind going in circles about the money his eyes gave up. Jerome
found his growling bear sitting in Nephi's chair the next morning. Jerome
went about his morning chores leaving Nephi sleeping. When the tribe came
in for breakfast would be soon enough for Nephi to start his day.

Nephi was watching the morning news. Kenton stopped to watch.

"They have identified one of the four bodies found in the cars used in the
roadside homicide that left Detective Scott of the Salt Lake police
department dead." The reporter went into the details of the accident. A
mugshot of a young man appeared with the burned-out cars. "They have
released the name of one victim, Toby Menaries. The police are trying to
identify the others."

Kenton dialed the phone, waited for an answer, and hung up. "Where's Adam?"

Nephi turned the tv off. "He's already at work."

"I think I know who the others are." Kenton wanted to call right
then. Nephi suggested waiting until after breakfast.

"They won't do this over the phone. Let's not call until after
breakfast. They aren't going anywhere." Kenton provided a useful arm for
Nephi's. journey from recliner to chair.

Breakfast was always a noisy affair. After breakfast Phil dropped Eve at
the junior high on the way to school. Jerome had already left for
college. Drake and Jared hadn't come to breakfast. They were stretching
fence with Clark. Nephi looked around. It was only Kenton and him.

"Well we had better be on our way." Nephi could have found a driver. His
car was an automatic. He wouldn't need his left leg. He was proving
something to himself.

Kenton opened the car door. The seat was a little lower than the
wheelchair. Nephi rolled the window down and used the door frame to pull
himself upright. With a little shift in direction he lowered himself to the
driver's seat. His arms and right leg were doing all of the work. Nephi
shifted forward and lifted his bad leg with his arms and tucked it into the
car.

It had been an ordeal, but he had done it. It was just like the therapist
had said. He had to want it bad enough. Kenton closed the Nephi's door,
folded the wheelchair and stuck it behind the driver's seat.  Buckled in,
it was time to start the car. It had been a while. Nephi hoped it would
start.

Nephi waved at the security guard parked by the front gate. His emotions
soared. He wasn't a prisoner of the chair. He could drive anywhere. Nephi
looked at the fuel gauge and knew the first stop would be the gas
station. He chose a real gas station rather than a convenience store.

Nephi honked twice. "George would you mind filling it up with regular."
Nephi hoped George was wearing his own shirt. George noticed the wheelchair
in the backseat. Their pumps were self-service. The sign on the pump said,
`Honk twice for handicap assistance.'

George swiped Nephi's card and filled the car. He even washed the windows
and checked the oil, just like the old days. "There you go sir. Come in
again." Nephi slipped George two dollars. "We don't expect tips."

"It isn't a tip. It's lunch on me." Nephi waved as he left. He didn't need
to tip, but he wanted to show George his appreciation. He knew if George
was working the next time, he would get the same level of service.

At the police station things were a little harder. Kenton had to hold the
door open while Nephi used it to stand up. Kenton pushed the wheelchair in
place. With a sigh of relief, he settled in the chair. He now understood
why he had to work on upper body strength and promised himself he would
work harder for the therapist.

Nephi allowed Kenton to push him into the police station. Getting through
security was an ordeal. The next step was getting to see the Chief. Nephi
didn't know who else to ask for. Their names weren't on the clipboard, the
officer on duty wouldn't let them off of the first floor. Jerome had told
Nephi of the dream about the clipboard.

"Would you let Chief Thompson know Nephi and Kenton need to see him." Nephi
hadn't gotten this far to give up.

"The Chief is a very busy man. He is in a meeting this morning." The
officer turned to assist the next in line.

Benny was a major influence on Nephi. Nephi listed the people he
knew. There were the official channels, Leonard or Adam, but Benny often
used the back door.

"Sister Thompson, I'm not sure where to turn. Kenton and I are at the
police station. Kenton is sure he knows the other three boys on the west
desert." Nephi paused.

"We aren't having much luck getting into see your son and after yesterday
with Jared I'm not sure who else we can trust." Nephi nodded as he listened
to Sister Thompson on the phone.

"It's just the two of us . . . I drove . . . Thanks for your help." Nephi
looked at Kenton. "Help is on the way."

A female officer stepped off the elevator. "I'm Cindy. I hear you have
information about the bodies on the Salt Flats."

On the fourth floor Cindy opened a door and motioned the pair into the
room. Twenty pairs of eyes turned in their direction. A detective in a
shirt and tie stood in front of photos holding a pointer.

"Chief, this young man thinks he can tell you about the other bodies."
Cindy introduced Kenton and Nephi.

The officer with the pointer picked up a clipboard. "What is so important
you are interrupting our briefing?" Nephi already didn't like the
man. Maybe it was because he hid behind a clipboard.

"If one wore a skull ring he is Peewee, Peter Harrison. If there was a
chain around a neck with a small padlock that would be Marty, Martin
Madison. Nick . . ." Kenton paused, ". . . Nicholas Parson always had a
dagger in his boot. Those were Toby's top guys."

"How do you know these people?" The clipboard carrying officer demanded.

Kenton explained his brother was part of the gang until Toby killed his
family. The Chief reminded officers in the room about the rape and the
shooting.

"And where were you yesterday? It seems you had reasons to see these boys
dead." What was it about a clipboard that affected the thought process.

"I never leave the compound. From noon until three I was in class. From
three to five I was working with a sick alpaca. Then I had to help with
milking. My brother Jared was pretty messed up when he left here
yesterday. I had to help with his chores." Kenton answered the same
question asked in different ways.

"Who would have carried a gun?" The Chief asked.

Kenton looked worried. "If he is missing a front tooth, it's Rico. I never
met him. From what I heard through the walls at home, Rico is a hit man
from the parent gang. Everyone feared RICO. He would kill anybody for
enough money."

They asked for everything Kenton could remember about Rico, which wasn't
much. "Do you think it was him that shot at you?"

Kenton explained if it had been Rico, he and his brothers would be dead. He
did not leave witnesses.

They asked more questions but Kenton only knew what he had heard. They
weren't willing to tell Kenton details about the bodies they had found. The
information had been a one-way street.

Back in the car Nephi decided Kenton deserved a reward. Sitting in front of
Bertram's, Nephi faced an unforeseen problem. His wallet was in his back
pocket. Nephi squirmed and wiggled. This was harder than it used to
be. Nephi got his right cheek out of the seat far enough that Kenton could
get hold of the wallet.

"I'll have a brownie mega-deluxe supreme sundae. You can choose what you
want." Nephi handed Kenton a ten-dollar bill.

The store was busy. A kid just out of high school was working the
counter. Kenton waited behind a pair of girls that spent more time flirting
with the guy behind the counter than ordering. He delivered their
sandwiches that were more substitution than menu item.

"I need a peanut butter hot fudge sundae and a brownie mega-deluxe supreme
sundae."

The guy behind the counter worked on the order and placed one peanut butter
hot fudge sundae on the counter. "That will be $4.95."

"What about the other sundae?" Kenton asked.

"We don't have that on the menu and we don't do special orders." The guy
stared at the girls chatting at their table.

"I need both sundaes. Nephi used to work here. It has to be on the menu."
Kenton answered. "Is Bertram here?"

"Do you want the sundae or not?" When Kenton didn't answer right away, the
guy picked up the sundae and gave it to the girls `on the house.'

Kenton walked out to the car without the sundaes and handed the money back
to Nephi. "The clerk wouldn't make the sundae. He was a real ass. Can we
get shakes at Arctic Circle?"

Arctic Circle had an advantage. They were the first drive-in in town to
install a drive through window. It was perfect for Nephi. The cups were
still in the car when they arrived home. Jerome was waiting for his missing
partner with the physical therapist. Jerome was of a mixed mind. He worried
about Nephi driving on his own, Nephi pushing the envelope pleased him.

Nephi explained driving Kenton to the station. He didn't mention Bertram's
after. Jerome picked up the Arctic Circle cup. "So, you are now frequenting
the competition?"

Nephi offered to tell him about it after physical therapy. Since Nephi was
still in the car, that became the ordeal for the day. The therapist showed
Nephi tricks to make getting in and out of the car easier. Nephi showed a
high level of motivation about the day's lesson.

Jerome didn't ask about Bertram's after therapy. Nephi refused to bring the
subject up. Kenton had succumbed under pressure and spilled the
beans. Jerome wasn't sure what he should do about it. Mary found Jerome
holding the Arctic Circle cup and staring into space.

"That must have been a special shake to deserve such intense thought." Mary
said joking.

"Nephi took Kenton to Arctic Circle when the new guy at Bertram's wouldn't
make him his brownie sundae. I don't know if I should say something to
Bertram. Nephi has enough hurdles to overcome without family making it
harder." Jerome worried about his guy. Mary, suggested Jerome not to do
anything for now. It might just blow over.

Kenton wanted to watch the news after dinner. He wondered if he had helped
at all and it didn't even make the news.

Night after night Kenton watched the news and there was no mention of the
bodies on the salt flats.

On the fourth night Adam saw Kenton staring at the blank screen of the
television. "Most people turn it on first. It's more entertaining, but then
again with the stuff on TV I could be wrong."

"I turned it off. I was wondering if my trip to the police station had even
helped." Kenton realized he was still holding the remote, which he sat on
the coffee table.

"Kenton, you were spot on. You saved them days of following leads looking
for the identity of the bodies. The state police have taken over the
investigation. It looks like there are more officers hindering the
investigations into gang activity on the east side."

Kenton nodded. "With their leadership gone, won't Yancy and his goons step
into the leadership?"

The state police tried talking with Yancy only to find out his parents had
sent him to a private school in Europe. His parent's response was
contradictory. `Yancy does not belong to a gang. We sent him away for his
safety.'

His two goons were off the radar. The police were hoping they didn't show
up as another pair of bodies. They needed living people who could answer
questions.

Kenton found himself mired in an internal struggle. The gang members his
testimony could convict were in the morgue. Was it safe for him to go back
to school? Did he want to go back to public school? There were other gang
members out there. He felt safest at the compound, and he would be there if
an animal needed him.

Nephi faced physical therapy with a renewed vengeance. His trip in the car
had given him a taste of success and freedom. He understood that the chair
would always be part of his life, but it didn't have to be his life.

Nephi had just finished helping the boys with their math lessons when the
phone rang. It didn't ring often in the middle of the day and when it did
it wasn't good news.

Eve had fallen on the front steps. She swore someone had pushed her. She
made a comment on the girl's gym teacher's intelligence. Clark was in the
back fields. Nephi borrowed Jared and drove to the school. The principal
wasn't expecting a chair bound young adult with an attitude.

"I need to speak with her parents." Principal Gallagher insisted.

"You haven't even taken the time to look at Eve's file, have you?" Jared
handed a folder to Nephi. Nephi pulled out a single piece of paper. "Eve
lives at the Samaria Foundation. You will need to speak with me."

"This is not acceptable. If I cannot speak with her parents, I will suspend
her until they come in. That wheelchair carries no weight with me; I am not
dealing with a twenty something cripple."

"Jared, do you have a quarter with you?" Jared nodded. "In the hallway
there was a pay phone. Call the Foundation's lawyers. We will let them call
the judge and DFS. Make sure you mention the twenty something
cripple. Suggest we take this to the media. The Kazoo Day Event could use
free publicity." Jared left the office.

The principal called the shots in his school and refused to back
down. "Take Eve home. She is not welcome at school until I can speak with
her parents or real guardian."

"I'll just wait here for the call." Nephi announced.

"You will leave my office now or I will call security." Nephi didn't
move. The principal made good on his threat to call security.

Jared had finished his call with the lawyers and had Benny on the
phone. "The assistant principal dragged Nephi out of the principal's
office. There are at least a hundred students in the hallway. Nephi has
locked the wheels on his chair. They're leaving black marks on the tile
floors. Uncle Benny, I've got to go. He dumped Nephi over the edge of the
handicap ramp."

Jared ran for Nephi. "Great job asshole, you dumped a paralyzed man on the
floor. The media will love this. Leave him alone; you've done enough." A
student set the wheelchair back upright. Another student that could have
been on the football team helped Jared get Nephi back in the chair.

"You're that guy that saved the life of that kid; I saw on TV. You are a
real hero. May I have your autograph?" The boy offered his notebook and
pen. "My name is Anthony. I'm the quarterback on the 9th grade team. I hope
I can be as brave as you are."

The news spread through the student body. One student after another asked
for Nephi's autograph. The bell rang but the crowd didn't thin.

"Students get back to class." The principal shouted.

"Principal Gallagher, this is the guy that runs a place for kids that have
nowhere else to go. He cares so much for his kids he took a bullet
protecting them. It's cool they go to school here." Anthony shared his
feeling about one of his heroes.

"Principal Gallagher, the President of the School Board is on the phone. He
doesn't sound happy." The secretary called out across the students in the
hall.

"We are signing Eve out." The secretary checked Eve's file for authorized
adults. Nephi's name appeared on top of the list. With Nephi's signature in
the log book. They left the school. As they drove away from the school, Eve
told her side of the story.

Eve was heading to class when she felt a shove from behind and a foot
tangled in hers. As she picked herself up on the bottom of the steps the
junior high cheerleaders stood at the top of the steps laughing.

"Looks like the 7th grader fell over her own big feet. You need to watch
where you are going." You didn't survive in a dorm full of half-sisters if
you didn't stand up for yourself.

"Great, now I have a bitch at school and at home. The one at home is furry,
Ill-tempered, and ugly. At least she is loveable and house trained." Eve
called back.

There was some snickering from the students watching the drama unfold. The
head cheerleader couldn't let her grip on the student body slip. She closed
the gap between them and slapped Eve.

Eve hadn't had time to return the slap when the girl's gym teacher
intervened. She bought the cheerleaders story about Eve tripping and
calling her a bitch.

"Apologize for calling her a bitch." The teacher demanded.

"I didn't call her a bitch. I said at least my bitch at home is loveable
and house trained." It wasn't snickering in the crowd but laughter and
applause. The students didn't like the head cheerleader or the teacher. "I
can't believe anybody could be so blinded by this self-centered princess,
just because she's a cheerleader, unless you're her evil queen."

Eve realized she had taken things too far as she sat waiting for someone
from home to come get her She sighed with relief when Nephi arrived and not
her big sister. Even though he was in a wheelchair he wouldn't let anyone
push him around. Eve chuckled to herself at her terrible pun. She would get
right to work on homework before anyone else found something for her to do.

Eve had a creative writing assignment due next week for English, it would
be a fairy tale set in the present. A self-centered princess seeks the evil
queen. Each thinking they are using the other to achieve their goals. Eve
would have to change the names, but she wanted her readers to know who the
story was about, but still maintain deniability.