Post by Madeleine Baudelaire&Russ Ford on Oct 3, 2007 19:30:28 GMT
You have two new emails.
Levi clicked on his inbox button disinterestedly, settling to read whatever emails he had.
From: Amazon.co.uk
Subject: New! Unlimited DVD Rental...
Levi frowned. Honestly - junk mail sucked. He'd joined Amazon a year and a half ago to order The Da Vinci Code and they'd been plaguing him with emails ever since. It was really, really, really annoying.
Delete!
He scrolled down, and froze at the next email.
From: Orla Ryder
Subject: Please open this, Levi.
Should I...?
These emails were frequent. Orla would send him one at the start of every month, and each time, it sent waves of confusion, grief and rage through him.
She could never fail to do it.
His like-minded sister had betrayed him - betrayed them all. So he never, ever knew what to think.
But he clicked on it anyway.
Hey Levi,
I know that you never answer these - hell, I don't know if you ever even read them - but I'm sending you this anyway.
You can't just ignore me forever, you know. I'm still your sister - flesh and blood, remember? You can't change it, no matter how much you want to.
Hopefully you don't want to change it. I know that you don't support my decision - but Levi, honestly, I'm hardly asking you to give me inside information from the school. I'm just asking you to drop me a line once in a while.
I'm getting along well here - I just got promoted again! That means I'm pretty high up in this whole shenanigan. I don't suppose you really care about that.
I really hope you're alright, because I haven't heard from you, and Mum and Dad won't speak to me either. I know you probably won't believe me, but I miss you - and I'm so sorry that things were left the way they were. You can't possibly know how guilty I feel about the whole thing.
And well done on winning that last battle, and thanks very much for killing four of my comrades; it was much appreciated. I heard that you didn't get Head - I'm really sorry, I know you really wanted it, and whoever you now have as Head (I'm not going to ask you who it is, like I said, I don't want information from you) must be really good at the whole thing.
Please just reply something, Levi, even just one line to let me know that you're alright.
I'll be in Cardsdale on Saturday. If you want to, meet me at the coffee shop at one. I'll be waiting even if you reply or not.
Orla xxx.
Levi took in every word too eagerly, right down to the kisses beside her name. After reading, he exhaled deeply, unsure of what to do.
Orla was nineteen, as smart as hell, and just as beautiful. The definite beauty of the family, she was also the oddball in one thing - she was the first of both sides of their family to be a non-Warrior. Orla was a Spy.
And she was d**n well good at it. Her Head had soon learned that Orla's looks were ones that very few men could resist, so he placed her as a lure. She had managed to get more information than all of the other Spies her age at that time put together.
She had always seemed very pro-Major - that's why it was such a shock when she announced that she was joined Marius's army.
There was such an outcry in their family that she didn't even bother staying to explain, because she knew that explanations would be futile.
So, she had been out of contact with her family for a year, two months and six days, and counting. And in that time, she had risen rapidly to power. She now had to be at the very top.
The only member of their family that she ever emailed was Levi, because they had been really close. Levi was possibly the most thick-skinned guy on the planet, and guilt was practically unknown to him - ignoring Orla's emails used up his entire guilt quota.
He re-read the bottom of the email, before biting his lip and pressing the "Send to Folder" button.
Send to Folder - Orla.
There.
He'd never meet her. He just couldn't do it.
They may be tied by flesh and blood, but even so. He was fiercely pro-Major, he fought for his family, Major Hoodham and his school.
And even though Orla was his sister, he couldn't just betray them all.
Levi clicked on his inbox button disinterestedly, settling to read whatever emails he had.
From: Amazon.co.uk
Subject: New! Unlimited DVD Rental...
Levi frowned. Honestly - junk mail sucked. He'd joined Amazon a year and a half ago to order The Da Vinci Code and they'd been plaguing him with emails ever since. It was really, really, really annoying.
Delete!
He scrolled down, and froze at the next email.
From: Orla Ryder
Subject: Please open this, Levi.
Should I...?
These emails were frequent. Orla would send him one at the start of every month, and each time, it sent waves of confusion, grief and rage through him.
She could never fail to do it.
His like-minded sister had betrayed him - betrayed them all. So he never, ever knew what to think.
But he clicked on it anyway.
Hey Levi,
I know that you never answer these - hell, I don't know if you ever even read them - but I'm sending you this anyway.
You can't just ignore me forever, you know. I'm still your sister - flesh and blood, remember? You can't change it, no matter how much you want to.
Hopefully you don't want to change it. I know that you don't support my decision - but Levi, honestly, I'm hardly asking you to give me inside information from the school. I'm just asking you to drop me a line once in a while.
I'm getting along well here - I just got promoted again! That means I'm pretty high up in this whole shenanigan. I don't suppose you really care about that.
I really hope you're alright, because I haven't heard from you, and Mum and Dad won't speak to me either. I know you probably won't believe me, but I miss you - and I'm so sorry that things were left the way they were. You can't possibly know how guilty I feel about the whole thing.
And well done on winning that last battle, and thanks very much for killing four of my comrades; it was much appreciated. I heard that you didn't get Head - I'm really sorry, I know you really wanted it, and whoever you now have as Head (I'm not going to ask you who it is, like I said, I don't want information from you) must be really good at the whole thing.
Please just reply something, Levi, even just one line to let me know that you're alright.
I'll be in Cardsdale on Saturday. If you want to, meet me at the coffee shop at one. I'll be waiting even if you reply or not.
Orla xxx.
Levi took in every word too eagerly, right down to the kisses beside her name. After reading, he exhaled deeply, unsure of what to do.
Orla was nineteen, as smart as hell, and just as beautiful. The definite beauty of the family, she was also the oddball in one thing - she was the first of both sides of their family to be a non-Warrior. Orla was a Spy.
And she was d**n well good at it. Her Head had soon learned that Orla's looks were ones that very few men could resist, so he placed her as a lure. She had managed to get more information than all of the other Spies her age at that time put together.
She had always seemed very pro-Major - that's why it was such a shock when she announced that she was joined Marius's army.
There was such an outcry in their family that she didn't even bother staying to explain, because she knew that explanations would be futile.
So, she had been out of contact with her family for a year, two months and six days, and counting. And in that time, she had risen rapidly to power. She now had to be at the very top.
The only member of their family that she ever emailed was Levi, because they had been really close. Levi was possibly the most thick-skinned guy on the planet, and guilt was practically unknown to him - ignoring Orla's emails used up his entire guilt quota.
He re-read the bottom of the email, before biting his lip and pressing the "Send to Folder" button.
Send to Folder - Orla.
There.
He'd never meet her. He just couldn't do it.
They may be tied by flesh and blood, but even so. He was fiercely pro-Major, he fought for his family, Major Hoodham and his school.
And even though Orla was his sister, he couldn't just betray them all.
