Well, they don't necessarily have to break a leg jumping from the roof, but it is a possibility. Mary does seem to have a problem thinking through her plans. ^_^;
Actually, this was closer to being a reasonable concern when I was that age. There were a lot of stories on the news of kids being taken into foster care because some social services type felt that the parents weren't properly PC. At least, that's the impression I got. I was twelve, so it's possible I missed something. A lot of the kids seemed to have been home schooled, too, so I really freaked out.
It is true that home schooling gets a pretty bad rap from the media. I have yet to see a positive portrayal in a major TV series. Heck, *any* TV series outside EWTN.
It's scary just how much pleasure cats express when you're petting them. They really are very sensual creatures. Perhaps that's why they have been seen as icons of lust and decadence for so long.
Mary still likes cats, mind you, she was just startled.
So, Mary's Dad is declaring war against the school system. ^_^ I remember this very clearly, and how heroic he looked to me. I still think he's the greatest dad on the planet.
For some reason, though, Mom doesn't remember the incident. Ah well, what's important to one isn't so much to another.
I sometimes wonder what would have happened if I had gone back to school then. Nothing good I imagine, but whatever the case I'm quite happy that my parents stopped me.
This chapter is going to be difficult to wrap up, I think, because the paperwork actually continues for a few more years as I recall. I do have an ending in mine, though. Don't worry.
Or worry for the characters. If you do then I'm doing my job as an author. (Or mangaka, I like that word as it covers the categories of artist and author.)
I was at home and completely forgot that it was Wednesday. Ironic, since I was home because it was Wednesday. ^^;
Anyway, the story continues. The first line is mostly Mary's imagination, the second line is more related to the central storyline. I included the first line as a way to indicate the kind of shock involved. Mary was having a very good day before overhearing this conversation.
It is very rainy here. I'm just thankful there isn't any thunder or else I wouldn't be able to update this.
Well, this does have something to do with the larger story, but maybe not this chapter's story. So I'll get back on track on Wednesday. I promise. Really.
So my computer is still out of commision and I just realized that this is the last episode I actually have finished. (And have access to, as the main files are on my computer.)
Well, hopefully things will get straightened out by tomorrow. (Crosses fingers and toes.)
I'm Brigid, not my birth-name, but the one I chose for Confirmation. It's a Catholic thing. Want to learn more about how I grew up? Check out my semi-autobiographical webcomic, Mary Quite Contrary.
The closest I've come to earning a living as a writer is one summer I worked as a feature columnist for a small-town newspaper. I've been telling and writing stories my whole life, though, and, hey, it's something I enjoy. Whether I manage to make a buck at it isn't that important to me.