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PART 1
His eyes opened and closed as he lay on the roof of his house on a beach in a secluded town far from the hustle and bustle of London and Wales. He rarely thought of Princess Diana or Jackie Kennedy as
pairs anymore although they would have been the same person. His mind sometimes drifted to Marilyn Monroe's sixth toe. But he dashed those thoughts away out of common knowledge. He didn't really care
about them at all. He'd given those thoughts much of his teenage life and now at the age of 19 he was no longer a teenager but a nothing. He was nothing for their was no generalized name for his age
group. Young men are twenty-two to twenty-five and men are twenty-five on up but what are 19-year-olds. People who's father's still call them boys.
"Harry get your ass down here now!" he heard
his father yell from two stories below and he tempted the thought of pretending to be asleep but instead sat up. Cast his eyes at the gray clouds that had blocked the sun from view before sliding down
the shingles catching the edge and letting himself fall onto the second floor balcony. He gave another look at the sky before entering his bed room where many things he loved were hidden from view and on
his wall was a series of black and white photo's of the city of Paris. Moving on long thin barefeet cold from the heavy dampness of the air outside he moved around his small bed and to the door and out
into the hall. His elder sister Mary was home from college, he could tell from the sounds of that Swedish Girl group Play springing out of her room. A room that even though she rarely came home from
college belonged to her and he was not allowed in. As he passed it he stopped. There on her bed was a nothing like himself. The guy was probably his age with dark banes and blue eyes staring at him as
well. The nothing had no look on his face as he watched Harry and Harry could barely breathe as he held the doorframe and watched this nothing.
"Harry dad's calling you," his sister said as she
moved in front of Harry and into her room. The nothing's eyes remained on Harry as he felt his sister's hand against his chest as she pushed him out into the hall. For a moment it was as if Harry
couldn't move and the desire to open the door was strong but he put one foot in front of the other and walked down the brown hallway to the stairs and to them two at a time till he was on the first
floor. Harry wandered through the interconnecting rooms where fine china was set out that no one could touch. He passed the large portraits of his relatives who all had stern looks upon their regal faces
that used to frighten him when it stormed and the lightning illuminated the pictures. He looked at them now and wondered why they were still up if his father hated them so much. And his father did hate
them for his family used to be a driving political family in London with a member in the cabinet for quite sometime and before an unspeakable scandal was leaked to the press just before his Father was
supposed to make his campaign.
Harry's father stood in the dinning room staring at the 16 plates set out among the long polished table. Harry wondered who they were all for since no one came to
the house in the fall since all the parties were up in the city. "Harry did you see that boy your sister brought home?" his father asked in a voice that dripped with distaste.
"Yes, who is he?"
Harry asked before he could stop himself.
"A friend she isn't marrying." He said definitely and Harry nearly smiled.
"His name is Duncan and he's Israeli, Israeli!!!!" his father made the
word sound bad but to Harry it meant something new and wondrous. All his years in boarding schools across the country he'd never met someone like Duncan but then again he hadn't met Duncan. But he wanted
to, God did he want to.
"Your sister is having a temporary lapse of sanity and thought the two of you could be friends since that boy died last summer." Hammond said with as much emotion as he said
about dirt but the words stung with Harry. He hadn't thought about last summer, he didn't want to think about it either.
"Why would she think that?" Harry asked.
"Go ask her." Hammond
said and to his surprise Harry ran from the room and back up the stairs. He stopped at the top stair and caught his breath. He felt a memory of Alan enter his mind but he buried it and moved to his
sister's room. Just as he was about to knock the door opened and Duncan stared at him again.
To be continued...
Unfortunately the author informs me that he is unable to complete this story. His mother found the story and ripped it up. Sorry.
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