heart&soul {isaac}

[jennifer siobhan wren]

Jenny had been in Trenton for only a week, and she already hated the place. Six days previous had marked her sixteenth birthday, but no-one was around to celebrate it. The cook, if she'd bothered going to the kitchen. The stablemen, if she'd wanted to ride. Even the cleaning staff arrived before either of her parents, although they were just doing their job. Life went on, it seemed, even when Jennifer felt rotten. She felt neglected, alone, but not so melancholy as to entertain the notion that she was unloved. She was, she knew, by her parents, and by God, but sometimes it just didn't feel like enough. Her father loved everyone - his love was nothing special. It was freely given to anyone that should seek it, and he always had advice, a kind word, or a helping hand to give the needy. Her mother loved company, pure and simple, whether it was a high society woman like herself, or her own teenage daughter. They spent little time together, Jennifer realised on reflection, but it didn't bother her overly much. She had always been a daddy's girl, and being away from her father on her birthday was one of the worst crimes that could be committed.

He had returned as promised, late on the night of her birthday, with expensive gifts that she neither wanted or needed. She knew they were trying to accustom her to living in Trenton, but she still felt like an intruder in what was now her own home, and she didn't know a single person that wasn't related to her, or working for her. She had refused, for the second time in her life, to go to church on Sunday with her mother and father, and had instead sat by the pool, eating chocolate cake and drinking soda. Gluttonous, perhaps, but oddly more satisfying than a hard bench and two hours of preaching, even if there was music involved. And no offense intended, but Trenton didn't seem like a musical hotspot.

It was now the day after her lazy day, Monday, and Jenny wanted to go out and do something. For the whole eight days she had been in Trenton, she had left the house only once, and that was to attend church on the day they had arrived. She had not been impressed. The church needed a lot of work, and the congregation needed more, although she was too polite to say it. Her mother was worried that she was having another of her episodes, but her father disagreed; she just needed time to adjust. It seemed that her father was right because Jennifer, although not elated, or in any way happy, wasn't at all depressed as she contemplated what was on offer to her. She could drive out to a neighbouring town, she could go shopping, ice skating, swimming or dancing. She could go to the beach, or to the park, or to the museum or art galleries that were around. As if any of them are actually going to be cultured enough to have one. At least New York wasn't too far away, though, and she seriously considered the idea before deciding that the day was too nice to waste even an hour in the car.

Jumping on one of her earlier ideas, Jennifer took everything that she couldn't live without. She always did the same thing because then, if the house burned down, she wouldn't have lost anything that really mattered to her. Unless, of course, her parents were in there. She rose from bed, later than usual, and took (as was normal) way too long to get ready. Her colour scheme was pink, but a light shade that could have been labelled blush or coral, had it been a lipgloss. She wore a full sleeved, high necked dress whose skirt extended to just above her knee (perfectly proper for a vicar's daughter, without seeming obscenely conservative, or so she thought). To accent the dress, she slipped on lace and leather ankle boots, and a collection of matching bracelets. Her crucifix, of course, never left her neck, and she searched high and low for a matching bag before she managed to find it, under her bed of all places.

Into it, she put some manuscripts for half finished songs that she intended to work on, some blank scores in case inspiration came for another, and a notebook and pen, for when the lyrics came first. On top of that, she added her phone and iPod, and barely remembered to throw in her purse and keys. Slinging her bag over one shoulder, she picked the favourite of her four guitars - Elspeth, the Epiphone EJ-200CE in sunburst on black. They all had names, and they were all literary English names, and they were all beautiful and stunning guitars, in both looks and musicality. Jenny didn't know why Elspeth was her favourite... She just was. Elspeth settled on Jenny's other shoulder, the strap crossing her body, the neck pointing down towards the floor. Jenny often thought of this as 'rest position'.

Fifteen minutes later, Jenny was sat in the park. It was noon, and it was busy, but not where she was sat. She had purposefully gone a couple of trees into the small wood that bordered the park. She still wanted to hear the fun and games, but she didn't want to be distracted by it, or be in danger of getting hit by a stray soccer ball or frisbee. She knew all too well the pain of a leather ball hitting her on the head. Her bag was beside her, touching her leg. Her scores, both blank and half formed, as well as her open notebook, were weighted down in front of her with small stones. There wasn't much of a breeze, but she would be devastated if she lost any of her work. Her pen was between the first finger and thumb of her right hand as she plucked and strummed with the other three, singing an older song she had written quietly to herself to warm up and get herself into the right frame of mind.



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[isaac camdon crow]

Today had been a good day for Isaac, so far he had taken Cargo for a hour jog and had gone at least seven miles, he was happy with that because any number with seven was one of Isaacs lucky number. Seven, seventeen, twenty seven, thirty seven, even one hundred and seven; they were all his lucky numbers. After getting home from the jog, he realised both of his parents had gone out and he was alone. So, he went to his room quickly, picking through a pile of clothes for suitable ones. He ended up grabbing a four years strong tee, cargo shorts, a sweatshirt, and flip flops. Bringing the clothe to the bathroom, he took a shower and got dressed. Afterwards, he picked up the lone bottle of styling gel on his sink, and shook the bottle. Squirting out a bit, he watched as the liquid became foam as it hit his hand. He always felt like that type of thing was magic in disguise. Sometimes he wished he could invent something like that and then people could think he was a wizard or something, maybe an alchemist. He wasn't sure, was it wizards or alchemists that used like the stuff around them, or maybe it was both, maybe he could be both an alchemist and a wizard. Now that was an amazing thought to him and a smile spread across his face.

Thinking about magic for a while longer, Isaac walked into his room and to throw his dirty clothes into the clothes hamper hanging from his closet door. It was a long fabric tube which on more than one occasion Isaac had emptied in order to go inside and roll around in or be a worm, it was quite entertaining...unless you got stuck. He had been stuck before, but it didn't stop him from wanting to do it again, but he had gotten stuck that time as well, but it was still fun to do and think about. Dropping the running clothes into the tube, Isaac shuffled out of the room again and took two steps at a time down his staircase. Entering the kitchen below, Isaac checked the time on the microwave, it wasn't even noon yet, no it was only 10:45 in the morning. If it wasn't for school coming up soon he probably would have slept in today, mondays were usually the day he slept in during the summer. However, he had to start getting used to waking up really early for school. One thing about Isaac was that he was able to wake up early, since he usually liked to excersise in the morning. But, staying awake was a whole different story completely. He was able to sleep anywhere at any time, when he got bored. He was one of those people who just liked to sleep, it was a hobby for him when he wasn't with others for a long period of time or he had just used up a lot of energy. Which, since he had ADHD, he always seemed to exert all his energy whenever he did something, he was not good at conserving his energy, not one bit.

Remembering what he had come in the room to get, Isaac grabbed a banana, and a bottle of blue gatorade before making his way out of the house, locking the door behind him. Going down the sidewalks, Isaac put the gatorade in his pocket for a moment and then used the free hand to squeeze the bottom of the banana. Afterwards he was able to make three peels come down half way off the banana and it looked just like when the monkeys did it, in fact in was how the monkeys opened them. Biting of a good fourth of the banana, he continued at his pace until he was faced with a cross walk. Skipping from one rectangle to the next, Isaac made it across, although a few angry drivers honked at him, so he waved and yelled, "Sorry!" before heading through the opened gate of the park.

Since opening the banana, Isaac had taken a good three more bites and was down to the last bite. Quickly, he gulped it down, an threw the peel into the trashcan at the entrance. Afterwards he took the gatorade from his pocket and held it in his left hand for it was becoming very uncomfortable against him. Holding the bottle he continued into the park towards the playground. Putting his gatorade on a small mushroom table, Isaac sped off towards the jungle gym and jumped up, grabbing the first rut on it. Going across them, he made it to the other side before pulling himself on top of it, so that he was sitting with his feet hanging over the side of the metal contraption. Kicking back in fourth with his legs he just starred at the sky for a while, watching as a plane flew straight for a cloud shaped a lot like yoshi from the video games. Within seconds the plane was gone from sight, taken in by the fluffy, yoshi like cloud. He played around for a while longer, ten minutes at most, before he heard light guitar music somewhere in the woods, it was a mystery to him, at first he thought maybe he was going insane or that is was like when one of those songs got stuck in your head. But this was not the type of song Isaac liked to listen to, it was just a light melody, but he found it odd.

Jumping from his new seat above a small tower on the play structure, he landed on the ground on hand down for support on the landing. Bending back up, he moved towards the mushroom table to grab his drink before venturing into the thicket to find the mysterious music. Within maybe two minutes, Isaac was sure he had made a wrong turn because he could no longer hear the guitar, so he made a move in the opposite direction of where he had originally been going. This time he was able to hear it a bit better, but he couldn't go further because there was a nice big group of thorns. After a second Isaac decided to jump over them, which was not exactly the ideal reasoning. Because when he was on the other side, he let out a yelp of pain, there was a thorn in his foot. "Fudge." He blurted out, it was his alternative for swearing which he didn't like to do himself all that much. Limping for a moment, he stopped, lifting up his left leg while trying to balance on the other. Finding another tree, he leaned against it and pulled his foot up to examine it. Just as he felt, there was a thorn but it wasn't to deep. Quickly, before he could decide otherwise, Isaac pulled it out and threw the thorn to the side. Some blood was coming out and it stung a bit, but it was not horribly hurting. He opened his gatorade and poured a little on his foot, it stung more now but the blood washed away and less was coming out.

When he was able to ignore the stinging he listened again and noticed the music was closer, he smiled and forgot about his foot and began to gallop towards the sound. It was then that he saw her, he looked back momentarily; he was sure he was on the other side of the park now, near the other entrance since he could hear people playing sports and such in the distance. Turning back he watched her for a few minutes, hidden behind a tree and some bushes. But sooner or later he became bored of the prospect of just watching her for the next hour because that was no fun and just plain creepy, so he moved forward, stumbling a bit as he tried to pass through the bushes. The only problem was that when he got to the other side, there were sheets of music surrounding her and it was hard for him to step places without walking on them. Manuvering around a few of them, Isaac crouched down and waved bag and fourth very quickly, smiling at her. "Hello there." Then he thought about the prospect of him being an intrusion since she was still playing. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to bother you, it's just I heard music and at first I thought it was like one of those songs that gets stuck in your head. But then I was like, 'no I haven't heard that song before in my life.' And then I ended up wanting to know what it was and went searching, but I got lost and got attacked by thorns." He pointed at his foot which was no longer bleeding much, "And then I found you." Isaac's smile gleamed white, as if it was an acomplisment.

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