That night, Jorgan couldn’t sleep. Despite his parents reassuring him several
times that the fight at noon and the rebukes on his record had nothing to do with
their transfer off the planet, he worried. He was grateful Professor Alyss and Healer
Sweetbriar and several other teachers had made their own report about what happened,
and had sent that recording of the things Superintendent Daran had said. He was
grateful his parents were angry for him and didn’t blame him at all. They
commended him for stopping to help the two younger boys. Then they reminded him
that he had been scolded by several teachers the last time he had tried to help
someone with his “tinkering Talent,“ as Tila called it. Jorgan thought they were
admitting that part of the trouble was his fault, until they told him that made
them even more proud. He had done the right thing by using the gifts Enlo had given
him to help someone, even though it would cost him in trouble.
Jorgan was glad he didn’t have to go back to school in the morning. He
just wished that people would know the real reason why he wasn’t going back there.
The other students, and the teachers who didn’t like him, would tell everyone he
was staying home because he was a big baby and his feelings were hurt, or he was
a coward. What he cared about was that he had no one to tell the incredible news:
soon he would be living on an E&D ship, and prepare to go to the Academy.
“I shouldn’t care what any of those bokraks think of me anymore,“
he muttered.
In the room across the hall, Shayn sighed and rolled over. Jorgan flinched and held his breath. He hoped he hadn’t awakened his brother. If he couldn’t sleep, it would probably be smart to get out and away from the bedroom end of the house.
He rolled out of bed and padded down the hallway in his bare feet. The rain had stopped during dinner, leaving the garden softly coated in damp that glistened in the starlight. He slid the door open and stepped out into the garden and left the door open.
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