The Nameless Metal - ch.5 It was low.The Nameless Metal - ch.5 by ~insanity-gallops
The edge of a coat kept reappearing, disappearing, in and out of Dib’s vision. He curled his hands in his pillow and watched it out of the corner of his eye as it flared like a bat wing. Young Dib was spinning around and around on his chair, his coat flaring out behind him, and Dib simply hid his eyes as he lay sprawled out on his bed. Tried his hardest, but couldn’t stop feeling like a filthy wretch for the things he’d said not six or seven hours earlier.
Young Dib was spinning, but Dib knew even his conscious felt pretty damn mean and guilty.
It was uncalled for.
The chair kept going around and around. On top
The Nameless Metal - ch.4 Something was talking. Just out of reach, and Dib was busy trying to groggily figure out what it was and what they were saying when he suddenly felt a firm, solid whap against his head. He opened his eyes.The Nameless Metal - ch.4 by ~insanity-gallops
He glanced up ― Gaz stood over him, arms raised, fists clenched around the corners of a pillow and it took him a few moments of wondering before he realized what was coming. He barely had time to cry out. The pillow smacked him on the head again, this time with much more force and much more pain, and he snapped upright to yank the pillow from his sister’s grasp. She let him take it. “It’s about time you woke up, you la
The Nameless Metal - ch.3 “So I heard.”The Nameless Metal - ch.3 by ~insanity-gallops
Dib’s shoes and the pavement ceased to be interesting and he glanced up. Gaz was suddenly standing in front of him, eyes for once averted away from her game system and she fixed Dib with a cool look. He pushed himself away from the brick wall, readjusted his bookbag, couldn’t meet her eyes as he softly cleared his throat. “What?” he asked.
“About the project,” Gaz said, and to anyone else her voice would still be as flat and emotionless as it had always been, but Dib had the trained ear and he could hear her exasperation. It was minute and hidden, but it was there. He had, apparently, as
The Nameless Metal - ch.2 It wasn’t quite so bad in the mornings. In the mornings, Dib’s head was quiet as he drove to school, Gaz’s game blipping consistently in his ear. It was only at night. Only when he was mad. Discontented. Anxious. And by the time it got bad enough to scare him he’d learned not to say anything out of the ordinary. That bin sat in the corner, dusty. He’d been promised that even though he was taller and lankier than he’d been in the fourth grade, he could be forced to fit into it.The Nameless Metal - ch.2 by ~insanity-gallops
Like the shrink. He could be forced.
Just like always, he had to park two blocks from the school because of the massive amount of studen
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