The Phoenix (thepheenixeyri) wrote,
The Phoenix

OK sorry ...

I usually sing this, but since I just had too much caffine...and I'm not sure why my throught is slightly sore ... OK I'm making excuses. Anyway

Happy birthday Tackle, I hope you have a good one.

Now on to the fun. Thank you inner_city_poet for your suggestions. I am now only sixty-eight words away from the limit. So...

He watched her face as she turned on her mother. He was her pipe teacher, he knew what would happen if he was forced to leave. She'd run, run to him, he'd have to tell the police. Brendin didn't like Mirinda's interfering mother. He detested her for trying to break the fifteen-year-old's spirit.
"He leaves now! All he is is an Irish bastard who's teaching you a man's instrument. He's teaching you something that isn't your place!"
He's teaching me music, my music, mother. There are lady pipers, just because most pipers are men doesn't mean they all are. I love the pipes, and they were a present from my older sister. If you can't respect her judgments, then you aren't our mother!"

I can't respect her wishes because she's a stupid cow of a woman who makes her living off colors!"
Mirinda snapped, then and nearly ended up losing him in any case. Brendin saw the rage in the child's eyes. The bond between the sisters was close, nearly as close as twins. He knew what would happen if she completed the reach, the mother would die for insulting Kirisa in front of Mirinda.
"No, Mirinda, student mine. Dinna let temper rule ye. No' a good thing, wee one."
She took one look at Brendin and restrained herself. She wouldn't lose the lessons for bars, though she would dearly love to strangle the woman for insulting her artsy sister. She remembered the day that Kirisa had come in with the pipes. It was yesterday and Mirinda's fifteenth birthday. They'd been the best birthday present ever.
Handsome wooden things with two drones, a fur covered leather bag and two pipes, one with holes in a round wooden base attached to the bag at one end. the wood simply glowed. She could hear them now. She knew what she'd play, knew she'd find a teacher. She had, now it was her job to make sure he remained. "He stays, mother, and even if I have to go to his place, I will learn my pipes. I will not let you take this from me, you've taken too much of my freedom already."
It was the mother's turn to nearly lose control. She didn't lose her restraint like her daughter did, the fury flashed in her eyes. It covered her face.
"It's true, mother. You wouldn't let me learn guitar, I tryed to take piano lessons and you dragged me out by my hair. The only thing you've ever let me do that I remotely enjoy is singing, and that, only because it is 'a proper lady's passtime.' well guess what, mother dear, I am going to learn the bagpipes whether you like it or not. my father, whom you so conveniently divorced, has a bank account that only he and I can touch. Kirisa and I made another account where I put my paper route money. I will use those sources to learn the pipes. So whether or not Brendin comes here, or I go there, I am going to learn my music."
The mother knew when she'd lost, but she didn't have to like it. Her daughter and her good-for-nothing ex-husband had outsmarted her, and her daughter had once again defied her. She sincerely wished that CPS weren't keeping an eye on her, for now would be the perfect opertunity to beat some sense into her rebellious daughter.

In other news, I still feel horrible for not turning in the civic paper, but it's not like I can help it much right now. I need to find a way to sit down with the book, runn through the elements, and then the standards. I hate being bliind sometimes, it takes so much mor damn work to do things. This is when I wish I had Electronic texts, it would be sooo much easier. Sorry, I usuallly don't bitch like this, but for some reason it seems to be the morm for me lately. I decided o work on another project instead of doing homework today, and it was actually quite fun. I never knew reearch could be so rewarding, especially since it's been forever sinc I've done that sort of research. I'm hoping to do more, but we'll have to see how it goes. Since this research isn't school related, unfortunately, it may have to take a back seat at times, which will seriously suck. Ah well such is life, I suppose.

*hugs to Bate and to those who need them*
The Phoenix
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