The Christmas Gift: Ch. 12The Christmas Gift: Ch. 12 by Scholar57
The Walk Home
"Hamton, how ‘bout you come and sit down for a while?" Buster proposed. He was seated on the school floor with Plucky beside a group of lockers.
A few feet in front of them, Hamton answered, "I’m fine," rather untruthfully.
"They might be in there for a while, pal," said Plucky. "Take it from two guys with girlfriends, Hamton: when they want to, girls can talk for —"
"I’ll wait," Hamton cut across, not taking his eyes off the door in front of him.
It had been over ten minutes since Babs and Shirley had gone into the girl’s bathroom and Hamton was still standing in the middle of the school hallway, his throat feeling tight
The Christmas Gift: Ch. 11The Christmas Gift: Ch. 11 by Scholar57
Cakes and Cruelty
After preheating one of the many ovens, Hamton and Fifi both set out to work in different places: Hamton at a nearby counter and Fifi at the stove.
Hamton, having made several cakes in the past, knew most of the measurements by heart and was quick in portioning the proper amount of flour, sugar, salt, brown sugar, baking powder, baking soda, and cocoa powder for each of the cake's two layers.
Fifi, meanwhile, gripped the handles of a double-boiler and took charge in melting the cake's primary ingredient on the stovetop. As the bittersweet-chocolate softened, she quickly and easily prepared the wet ingredients, which included the eggs, canola oil, vanilla extract, and buttermilk. With everything set, she returned to melting the chocolate, smiling as she stirred it wi
The Christmas Gift, Ch.10The Christmas Gift, Ch.10 by Scholar57
Cakes and Cruelty
Hamton woke on the morning of December Fifth feeling groggy, stubbornly wishing he could've stayed in bed for just a little while longer. Off to one side, sunlight glistened in through the frost-c0vered window. The piercing white rays stung Hamton's eyes, making him flinch and turn over atop his blankets where he now came face with his alarm clock on the nightstand.
6:55 stared back at him in glaring red numbers.
Translation: Time for school.
Breathing a tired moan, Hamton mustered his energy and pushed himself up from his bed, wincing as he did so.
His muscles were aching and his arms and
The Christmas Gift: Ch. 9The Christmas Gift: Ch. 9 by Scholar57
Fliers and Messages
Hamton woke early on Thursday morning with his head spinning. His usual peaceful sleep had been littered by a number of bizarre dreams that drifted between strange to outright banana-spewing crazy.
In the first dream, he was climbing a mountain-sized bottle of Du Coeur perfume and, just when he was about to reach the top of the perfume's cap, it came loose from the bottle. Screaming, still holding on to the cap, Hamton fell off the edge, but for some reason didn't die or even wake up.
In the second dream, he was walking the streets of Acme Acres and seeing multiple copies of himself doing everything imaginable — everything from fixing cars with his bare hands, to painting houses in the bitter cold, even making a snowman with nothing more than a pair of twee