Girl Asleep Page #2

"she will punish you with

her leather fist of fury."

- Whoa, hot.

- Can I show you one more thing?

- Yeah!

- My mum gave it to me

on my fifth birthday.

It was hers when she was little.

Ah, be careful.

It's really old.

You don't want to

get a splinter.

I used to imagine that it

was from a faraway realm.

- Cool.

- A realm where

anything could happen.

Filled with mystical creatures

and stuffed with

untold treasures.

- Whoa, sounds like the Vatican.

- And that the magic

inside this tune

kept the entire realm safe

from the dangers that lurked

beyond its borders,

hidden in the shadows.

It's my most favorite

thing in the world.

That was a long time ago.

I was just a kid back then.

- Lucky you're not

a kid anymore, hey?

No, seriously, your

room is so awesome.

It's easy with you, Greta.

Who needs those other

idiots in our year?

I'm glad you're my friend.

- Yeah, me too, Elliott.

Me too.

- You kids all right in here?

- We're doing great,

thanks, Mrs. Driscoll.

- Wonderful, that's

just wonderful.

You should stay

for tea, Elliott.

I'm making Chinese.

- Really?

I love Chinese.

- What?

- This is an excellent beef

and black bean

sauce, Mrs. Driscoll.

What cut did you use?

- Um, Chuck, I think.

- Chuck, delicious.

- How do you like

your school, Elliott?

- It's not too bad when

you get the hang of it.

- That's wonderful.

How do you think Greta will go?

- Mum.

- She'll blitz it, no question.

- Greta's had her fair share

of problems at school before,

Elliott.

That's why we're asking.

- Really?

With like older kids?

- Ones her own age, too.

- Um, can we just eat

and not talk, please?

- And how old are you, Elliott?

- I'm 14.

I'll be 15 in December.

I can't wait.

- Greta's turning 15 soon.

- Hey, you should have like

an awesome party or something.

That'd be so awesome.

- No, it wouldn't.

- Conrad?

Can you help me with the

pudding for a second?

- Good shot.

You should play hockey.

- She needs encouraging.

She needs to come

out of her shell.

- Janet, no!

- Oh, come on.

We need to strike

while the iron's hot.

- No!

No, I don't think

it's a good idea.

- She's ready.

She just needs a bit

of a nudge, that's all.

- Who needs a nudge?

What are you talking about?

- Fudge.

Just need some fudge,

but we don't have any.

Do we, Conrad?

- No.

No fudge here.

- Hey, the bell has gone, move!

- Sorry, miss Shitstick.

- Excuse me?

What did you say?

- Shiswick.

I said, sorry miss Shiswick.

Jesus!

- Come on, gen, I'm gonna

get busted if I'm late.

- No, we wouldn't want

her to get busted now,

would we babes?

- No, she's definitely

not ready for that.

- Pink slip, office, now.

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