Sunday six

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Each Sunday, post six sentences from a writing project -- published, submitted, in progress, for your cat -- whatever.

This is the one where Mystery Solving Teen Nick Vorsoisson solves mysteries at his elite boarding school. You will notice I have not yet come up with a name for said boarding school.

Though he hadn't raised more than a token protest about Nick going to school on Beta Colony last year—and Nick still wasn't sure how his mother had managed that—he was clearly happier about this year's educational choices. He went on about what a venerable institution Fancy Pants McSchool was, and how Nick should make the most of the unique opportunities there, but not to let his social life get in the way of his studies, etcetera. It was all very boring, which Nick found an agreeable change from, A standard bubble shelter has about nine hours of air in it. Well, nine for me, maybe eight for you.

As an uncle and a legal guardian, Vassily also had this advantage: He had been completely intimidated by Nick ever since Nick had sicced the Emperor on him five years ago. When Uncle Vassily began to criticize Nick's mother's parenting, and shake his head and imply that if only Nick's father were still alive things wouldn't have come to this sad pass, all Nick had to do was look meaningfully at a public comconsole in order to shut him up.

And yes, this is Nick Vorsoisson and not Nick Mallory. My Nick Vorsoisson seems to be coming out a bit like Nick Mallory?

Anyway, I may be away from keyboard for a bit after this; Pesach is coming, as I believe the Stark family motto goes. Have a happy one if you celebrate!