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A Work In Progress 2

Adam was changed to Wyatt and Eliza was changed to Anne.

Everyone at school could not believe that I was not totally in love with him because he was so good looking. Wyatt had been a basketball player in high school and had managed to keep that figure. I on the other hand had never played a sport and it showed. I was slender but not to the point of emaciation. It was clear that my priorities were more for what made me happy instead of what size my waist was.

“Anne!”

“Hi Wyatt.”

By his tone I could tell that he was excited about something but I didn’t know how much of that excitement was about me, about something he wanted me to do, or about something that I no longer had to do and that made me a little nervous.

“Did you hear yet?”

“Hear what?” I said in a suspicious tone. It was early November and I knew that his family was coming into town. I was afraid that he would want me to spend the whole time with his mother so that she wouldn’t ask about his love life. I had done that once before and I vowed never to do it again.

“You are getting a new kid in your class!” He waited for me to show shock on my face but it never came.

“Do you know who the kid is? Alex Bren. Of the millionaire Brens.” Still no reactions crossed my face.

“Am I supposed to know that name?

“My goodness you can be clueless sometimes. Alex Bren was the grandson of Alexander Bren. The whole family made a fortune on the down market. Something to do with business brokering or something, anyway Alexander’s son William was all set to take over when he suddenly died last year. His wife Gillian has had to take over a lot of the responsibilities while Alexander’s other son James prepares to take over.”

“Well that is all fantastic but Alex is just a kid. He is no different then anyone else in my class and I will treat him the same.” I truly did believe this and as I told Wyatt I was aware of just how true it was. I didn’t care who this kid’s family was or how much money they had. I didn’t let things like that distract me from my routine and that was not going to change.

“Oh Anne I know that. I just thought that you ought to know something about this kid before his mother comes to see you after school today.” That put some shock into my face. Wyatt could see that this was new to me and a little grin crossed his face. “Well then, let me know how it goes.”

See my other works in progress. Page One and Page Two

Comments

the Poffster said…
I'm very intrigued at your story so far. I think this is way fun to read a story this way. I can't wait until you write more :) Keep up the good work.
January 18, 2009 at 5:16 PM
Deneille said…
I love your story...and am eagerly awaiting future installments! When you become a famous author, don't forget to remember the little people ;)
January 19, 2009 at 10:21 AM
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