Time Warp: We Didn't Start The Fire(Xavier)
Jul 10, 2013 2:37:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Jul 10, 2013 2:37:27 GMT -5
New York City, Summer 2008
How many times was it now?
Five? Or was it six?
Oriel wasn't sure if it was even worth it to keep count anymore of how many times he'd changed hands. How many times he'd changed schools, how many times he'd had to learn a new address and phone number so he could tell the cops where to take him "home" to when he actually got caught. How many times he'd been introduced to new "cell-mates" and "wardens" who all looked at him like he was personally responsible for WTC Ground Zero. And not a one of them respected him enough to call him by his given name.
He remembered one liked to shorten the names of his fosters, calling him "Ori" like he was some sort of kid(well, he was a kid, but that was beside the point). Another old Grecian hag liked to call him her little "bird". He had no idea where that reference came from. There was another Brooklyn couple who didn't pronounce it right and always called him "Oreo". At least they let him eat as much as his namesake as he wanted. After that, he was stuck with a old-vet who didn't even bother with names and just gave them all numbers in the order that they came in. Oriel was number 23.
Therefore, Oriel figured that if they couldn't get his name right, then he wasn't going to bother learning theirs either, even of the other fosters, especially since he probably wasn't going to be there for very long anyway.
Unless they had a particularly cool name.
Like Xavier.
X-zavier!
Oriel just liked to say it out loud, and would do so often with a little panache whenever he was in the vicinity of the other boy. Which was exactly what he was doing at that moment from the tree overlooking the small yard in front of the Manhattan foster home. Oriel smiled down at the other boy of the same age with a bright, toothy smile of a child.
"X-zaaaaaavier!" He called out to the boy below.