The Falling Page #3

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the death of Abigail Mortimer.

Abigail... Abbie was a girl

of... of rare charm,

a most lively,

talented, and popular pupil

who had a promising future

ahead of her.

Teachers have praised

her performance

as a committed pupil

who was energetic...

and dependable.

Her passing is a true loss

to us all.

She will be remembered

as a loyal friend

who enjoyed art

and reading poetry

and as the founder of the

alternative school orchestra.

Abbie's life was full and happy,

and we shall remember her

with respect and affection.

As a memorial,

it has been decided to establish

the Abigail Mortimer

Fifth Form Poetry Prize.

Miss Fanshawe

will now lead assembly

in nondenominational prayer.

Let us take a minute

to remember Abigail in silence.

You were such

a friend to us all,

For Abbie Mortimer,

"The good die first"...

Wordsworth.

She liked him.

"There hath past away

a glory from this earth."

She was beautiful.

You're up there

with the angels.

She would've made a great mum.

Close your eyes.

Pucker your lips.

Do it.

Takes you somewhere else.

I'm late, Miss Mantel.

"The glory

and the freshness of a dream.

"It is not now

as it hath been of yore;

"Turn wheresoe'er I may,

"By night or day,

The things which I have seen

I now can see no more."

Abbie?

Oh. It's you.

You fainted.

Don't.

I can't remember much...

but now

I've never felt so bad.

Tell me about it, Lamb.

I'm feeling rotten.

Didn't want to say.

It was this feeling.

Yeah.

I don't remember

anything before or after,

just this spacey...

It's showing us that

there is enough energy

in a slice of cake

to walk a mile.

It also helps explain

the combustion engine.

And at the end of it all,

there's a little

purified argon gas produced.

The gas holds a few

radioactive atoms

containing neutrinos.

Later, the radioactivity will be

measured in these laboratories.

Already they've given

one important answer to us all.

"Let's meet under it

the same day every year

for the rest of our lives."

What was it like with her?

She was something else...

like...

a warrior queen.

How's my future?

Can someone go to the shop?

I'm terrified.

I am terrified by his arms,

by his nuclear destruction.

I think this is, perhaps,

a pathetic sign...

What if we said

we're never gonna go

to the shops for you

ever again?

I mean, you'd have to face

the real world then, hmm?

When was the last time

you went outside, Mother?

What are you so afraid of?

Come on, please, please.

Titch, time, please.

I guess I forgot to wind it.

Who else had the time?

It's not working.

Susan. It stopped.

It's a coincidence.

Susan, fetch some water.

Oh...

Oh...

Gwen, would you read?

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