The Falling Page #2

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Come on. I know she's awful.

Please, I'm really

not up for a fight.

Admit it. You think we're over.

Say it.

You're getting it up,

and I'm not right anymore.

I'm feeling very...

You and your feelings.

Millions of women

have had babies, Abbie.

It's nothing special.

It's life and life only.

Abbie?

Abbie?

Abbie?

Abbie, it's Lamb.

It's Lydia. Come on, Abbie.

Help! Please! Someone!

Come on. Come on, Abbie.

Come on, Abbie. Don't be silly.

Sit up. Come on, Abbie.

Someone's coming.

It's gonna be fine.

What... What... What...

Miss Mantel, I think

she's losing the baby.

Well, let her get some air.

Abigail? Abigail.

Get an ambulance!

Abi... gail...

Uh...

Abbie!

Abbie!

Abbie!

Uh...

Abbie's dead.

Uh...

Yeah.

It's true.

She's dead.

It wasn't something bad.

Uh, she's dead.

Well, wasn't...

What? Drugs.

It was natural.

"Natural." Abbie's young.

Her poor mother.

The race had been run and won.

A look at the arguments

by Julian Pedwell.

To most of us, man's

breathtaking adventure

in space looked...

We are grieved

and shocked to announce

the death of Abigail Mortimer.

Abigail... Abbie was a girl

of... of rare charm,

a most lively,

talented, and popular pupil

who had a promising future

ahead of her.

Teachers have praised

her performance

as a committed pupil

who was energetic...

and dependable.

Her passing is a true loss

to us all.

She will be remembered

as a loyal friend

who enjoyed art

and reading poetry

and as the founder of the

alternative school orchestra.

Abbie's life was full and happy,

and we shall remember her

with respect and affection.

As a memorial,

it has been decided to establish

the Abigail Mortimer

Fifth Form Poetry Prize.

Miss Fanshawe

will now lead assembly

in nondenominational prayer.

Let us take a minute

to remember Abigail in silence.

You were such

a friend to us all,

For Abbie Mortimer,

"The good die first"...

Wordsworth.

She liked him.

"There hath past away

a glory from this earth."

She was beautiful.

You're up there

with the angels.

She would've made a great mum.

Close your eyes.

Pucker your lips.

Do it.

Takes you somewhere else.

I'm late, Miss Mantel.

"The glory

and the freshness of a dream.

"It is not now

as it hath been of yore;

"Turn wheresoe'er I may,

"By night or day,

The things which I have seen

I now can see no more."

Abbie?

Oh. It's you.

You fainted.

Don't.

I can't remember much...

but now

I've never felt so bad.

Tell me about it, Lamb.

I'm feeling rotten.

Didn't want to say.

It was this feeling.

Yeah.

I don't remember

anything before or after,

just this spacey...

It's showing us that

there is enough energy

in a slice of cake

to walk a mile.

It also helps explain

the combustion engine.

And at the end of it all,

there's a little

purified argon gas produced.

The gas holds a few

radioactive atoms

containing neutrinos.

Later, the radioactivity will be

measured in these laboratories.

Already they've given

one important answer to us all.

"Let's meet under it

the same day every year

for the rest of our lives."

What was it like with her?

She was something else...

like...

a warrior queen.

How's my future?

Can someone go to the shop?

I'm terrified.

I am terrified by his arms,

by his nuclear destruction.

I think this is, perhaps,

a pathetic sign...

What if we said

we're never gonna go

to the shops for you

ever again?

I mean, you'd have to face

the real world then, hmm?

When was the last time

you went outside, Mother?

What are you so afraid of?

Come on, please, please.

Titch, time, please.

I guess I forgot to wind it.

Who else had the time?

It's not working.

Susan. It stopped.

It's a coincidence.

Susan, fetch some water.

Oh...

Oh...

Gwen, would you read?

"So he, trembling

and astonished, said,."

"Lord, what do you

want me to do?"

"and the Lord said to him..."

Gwen?

Gwen?

It's just a few neurotic types.

Relax.

You think the medical officer

should be brought in?

We'd be the laughingstock.

A few girls trying it on,

making a display of themselves.

We used to put wet

blotting paper in our shoes.

Why? Ha ha ha!

It draws the blood

from one's head

and can cause a faint, you see?

Ha! They all seem to have

their mind elsewhere

these days.

Oh...

Mm.

Ooh, sickles...

and pickles.

The sick chicks.

Are you sure you're fit

to go to school, Susan.

Right. Let's go.

We don't want to be late.

And just look at the result

of not being educated.

Settle down.

Miss Charron has merely fainted.

Return to your seat, Lydia.

Please continue, Miss Fanshawe.

I feel pitiful.

I could do a spell.

As you know, I don't

believe in magic.

I'm a rationalist.

Oh, a rationalist.

I'm not so sure.

I know my mind.

What's it all about,

then, Crazy Face?

It's not about anything.

You see this?

That one runs through the heath

and under your school.

Ley lines have this energy...

sacred, sublime.

Ohh...

Open the windows.

What's happening, Lydia?

She... She was so...

I know. I know.

Lydia...

I do know what's happening.

Miss Charron fainted.

It's not just us.

How come you're not ill, Titch?

I don't know.

For whatever reasons,

Titch, you're immune.

Titch doesn't believe us.

I mean, why hasn't.

Miss Alvaro got the doctors in?

Oh, such a woman of the world.

She is.

She's the one thinking

you're making it up.

I don't like to criticize,

but the handling of this

has not been great, has it?

Some people just want to bury

their heads in the sand.

It's been

a difficult time, I know.

Don't throw

your potential away.

Do you need some time

off school, Lydia?

No. No.

There's been some

concern expressed.

You're quite an influence

on the others

with what you are doing.

I'm not doing anything.

I'd like your parents...

your mother to come and see me.

There you go.

Thanks. Bye.

Bye.

Bye. Bye.

Don't you know beehives

are completely outmoded, Mother?

Miss Alvaro

would like to see you.

You know, I reckon

it's in my official records

that my father ran off.

Should I say "driven off"?

Should I make you

an appointment to go in?

Hmm?

Monday?

Tuesday?

Any day of the week?

What have you done?

Nothing.

"The late Carl Jung

wrote of changes

"in the constellation

of psychic dominance

"which bring about

long-lasting transformations

"of the collective psyche.

Old secrets

rise to the surface... ".

Pbbt!

Sorry.

I don't know why I'm

shaking like this.

Why are you dancing?

Ha ha ha! Ha ha ha!

You're laughing at me.

Well, I'm laughing at me, too,

but it's not funny, Kenneth.

"To the surface and dissolve

"into the consciousness

of the human race

to fertilize the seed

of evolutionary growth."

The fullness of your bliss,

I feel it.

I feel it all.

Crazy witches! Ha ha!

Don't look at me.

Stand.

You are not to fraternize

with any of these girls.

But, Miss Mantel... No buts.

We'd like you

to observe silence

in the corridors and

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