Chapter 5: The Righteous Student Counsellor

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HE WOKE-UP 5-MINUTES before the-Alarm ~ in a dreamless sleep-night in-RPL… on his-2nd Day, in-the dawn-Of Tuesday morning. Paul sat-Up in the-Queen-bed ~ smiling to the memory of Last-night’s Takeaway dinner…

… at the IKEA Table-for-3, the-Walkers had Piedmontese-veal with-bedded braised green Swiss chard, and creamy truffle risotto…

… with glasses Of-Lacryma Christi red-wine ~ the renowned produce Of-the volcanic region Mount Vesuvius ~ (… where the local Neapolitans call the-wine – “Tears-Of-Christ”) …

At the table, the-mother ‘was’ soo-Happy dining with her sons ~ although Messi didn’t speak-Much… but Paul ‘was’ enjoying the conversation ~ especially humored by the quirky SAFFA accent that got really-Pure (… cos’ the-devil had ‘charged’ with 3-bottles of “La 10” beers earlier @Marciano’s) …

Peter made plans to take a vacation to Italy with Caroline-&-Messi, during the 2nd-Termbreak ~ an All-Paid holiday for the-Walkers. Paul Didn’t feel jealous that Caroline Was-bonding with her-Estranged son ~ HER first-borne raised in Joburg for 15-years… NOW, speaking IN-a different Commonwealth accent than ‘them’…

‘… Okay-Millionaire Pete, we Go tourist-ing in Naples ~ but don’t forget a stop-Over in Spain … Messi Would-Love to catch a-FC Barcelona match, and a selfie with the Legendary-Idol, Too, hehehe…’

Her Laughter still rang in his-Thoughts… and, he Liked the RPL’s Caroline…

… compared to the serious-&-stern Caroline variant WHO, in her-Bad-Luck… WAS bitten-&-quarantined @CDC… that inspector mother from POST-TREETON, ‘who’ WAS Displeased with him, since DAY-ONE ~ he Reincarnated ‘there’ in the Bad-Luck Realm…

… he Can’t ‘blame’ her-Either When-She Slapped him in the principal’s office – for-the ‘Tarzan-&-Jane’s Kissing VDO emerged-From-nowhere à followed by the Deepfake Midget-porn VDO of Tarzan’s Rumble-in-The Jungle à finally, the Immaculate-Conception preggo-Jane WAS dumped On-the-Doorsteps of the Walker-House by the Evil doctor-mother…

‘… I’m glad that-Caroline-Mom variant ‘there’ WASN’T evil… or-Else she Would-Have Have-Put a-Bullet in me-Too…

‘… My-poor-Jane…’

Paul decided TO-BE Proactive in-RPL, with-His #1 ‘priority’ being-Of-his variant-Mother’s Happiness [… or-Else to Military-School He-Went]. He Also Wanted to-Help Others [… since he WAS Able-bodied ‘not’ Crippled] à Caroline Would-BE Happiest If-he ‘solved’ Peter’s Blackmail Sex-VDO Problems…

He felt sympathy for the-SAFFA devil… who-WAS Blackmailed by-Crazy-Jane. Paul decided to HELP the-Known devil, Rather-than an-Unknown ‘presumed’ angel (… as Paul Couldn’t Figure-OUT Crazy-Jane of-RPL) …

… but he felt pity-Too for Crazy-Jane ‘who’ WAS trying to find-her biological-Parents ~ Paul then decided to ‘help’ Her-Too, by-Locating the-Wilsons…

‘… I assume Jane Would-Change if she ‘met’ her-Real parents… I don’t know-&-hope-So … the Janes-I KNOW in the-Other-Earths WERE rebels-At-hearts ~ nevertheless…’

… He decided to HELP both the-Variants à to Follow-Positive footstep-Advice of the Buddhist-monk, Time-Traveler John-See à who Told-him to Do-Only-Good, and Live a spiritual-&-meditative Life-Of a-Saint…

‘… ‘was’ it a Catholic-Saint or Buddhist…!?’

He made A-checklist Last-night after the joyous Family-dinner ~ Paul HAD hand written in a-Hardcover notebook a-TO-DO List… that WERE Question-Marks for him, since he Reincarnated into the REVERSE PERTHLAND realm Yesterday…

… the-List was In-no Particular order:

* WALKER HOUSE ~ Is it still-Standing (?)

‘… I’ll ride Over-there in my-BMX this evening ~ and find-Out…’

* THE WILSONS ~ do the-Parents exist-In RPL (?)

‘… hope they ‘exist’ in Social-Media Online… if ‘not’ ~ I can’t help you, my-Brotherr Pete… sorry, bummer… you Deal with your-Karma…’

* ANGER MANAGEMENT ~ what is the Damage-Control (?)

‘… I don’t want to-GO Military-School for Messi’s mistakes-&-wrongdoings…’

* LEGS NUMBNESS ~ is it a-Medical Condition (?)

‘… if-Yes… yikes! There goes Messi’s dreams in Socceroo Juniors-Selection… but my Legs seems fine-Today ~ I MUST self-monitor daily…’

* MATH-&-SCIENCE ~ can Someone-Help (?)

‘… my-Kryptonite subjects… I’ll go to-Library ~ after-School, Maggi is there with HER-Boyyo… I understood those subjects ‘better’ in that-Suspension Week where (Jane WAS ‘abandoned’ with-Us in the Walker-House) ~ Jane’s Ai ‘explained’ the-Formulas well-Than any-Of-the school-teachers…’

* APO ~ where are-You (?)

‘… sorry, I didn’t Listen-to you in Chinatown… I messed-It-Up ‘there’ ~ now, you’re Lost in the Timeline ‘here,’ According to John…’

Paul glanced at the-Alarm clock, that urged him to hurry-Up for school. He placed the open-paged of the TO-DO List book, on the bedside-table beside the clock. He leapt out-Of-the bed, and Landed on his feet ~ and, glad his feet WERE good-free from Numbness…

… he rushed-Into the bathroom, while his feet were scuttling-To-dribble an-Imaginary ball. He got-In the small-Bathroom and closed the door…

Something numinous happened in the bedroom ~ where the open-paged book ‘levitated’ from the bedside table. The-COVER of-the hardcover notebook which HAD Aboriginal artwork of red-&-white butterflies… when the-Book floated a-Meter in the-Air ~ it glowed in Cosmic-BLUE…

Hundreds of BOTH red-&-white winged-insects Were Creeping-Out from the floating-Book cover à the 2-species of butterflies WERE battling each-Other, while holding the-Book-Up in the air… it floated like a wobbly B-Movie flying-saucer…

… then the book Fell on the floor…

… Paul who got-Naked to sit-On the dunny ~ heard a Thud-noise outside. Curious, he opened the door to peek-Out to see ~ THE-NOTEBOOK ‘had’ fallen from the night-table…

… thinking it WAS nothing ~ he went-About his business in the-dunny.

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AT SCHOOL, NOTHING SIGNIFICANT happened… in a Quiet-Tuesday. Both the-Irish Backbencher-&-Laydettes WERE in their corners… and didn’t Disrupt the class, with their ‘nonsense’ rivalry…

… the lessons That-morning WERE ‘non’ classroom Textbooks ~ Paul went to ‘both’ for his Technology-&-Design, and Arts classes, in the workshop-&-Art studio…

He chuckled to ‘know’ Both-the teachers’ names (in-RPL) WERE Of-pop-culture significance (… but ‘only’ By-name ~ ‘not’ facial-&-body Resemblances) …

* TECHNOLOGY-&-DESIGN ~ was taught by Mr. Tony Stark

* ARTS-&-CRAFT ~ was taught by Ms. Salma Frida-Kahlo

The 1-&-1/2-hour Art Class – WAS full-figure portrait drawing, where the teacher Ms. Kahlo modelled-herself and sat On-a-High stool, keeping An-eye on the Year-8s WHO sketched her for ½ hour ~ and painted for the next One-hour…

… it brought Back fond memories-Of-Blind Jane, who participated in Art-Class in the-Other-Earths (with the guide-Aid of her Ai-Boyyo). Being visually-impaired, Jane colored ‘Outside’ the-Box ~ which made her handywork ‘abstract’…

Paul glanced at Crazy-Jane, through-out his daydream reveries… to notice the 2-Janes bit the-Tips of their tongue, when their hand drew-Details…

… the-sad-Paul ‘sighed,’ that his beloved-Jane DIDN’T reincarnate With-him in-RPL…

‘… wherever You-Are my-Love ~ Be Well-&-Safe…’

In his portrait-artwork, Paul did ‘something’ different from the rest-Of-the A-Class ~ By-painting Connected-Eyebrows ~ to resemble the-Famous, and Real-Freda Kahlo, Mexico’s celebrated ‘renowned’ Artist (… who HAD Brook-Shields-esque Eyebrows) …

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The Bell Rang for Recess ~ everyone Headed to the-Canteen. Paul followed with the Bullmastiff teammates-&-fans ~ he WAS quiet, and-Every-Other person WAS ‘consoling’ his-Sadness-Of-Losing yesterday’s Sportsman Award ~ where he-Rejoinder… By-putting MESSI’s skin TO-BE in the presence, Of-BEING the Team-Captain…

“NAH! I’m ‘not’ Sad at-All… that-SAFFA Would-BE Gone, taking His ‘stink-O’ popularity Votes with him when He Graduates à then the-Pie Chart is All-Mine in the Eatings, HaHaHa!”

Everyone Around Cheered and Mascot-barked in their support (… except for Raymond WHO-WAS jealous that he WASN’T picked by Coach-Jonah, as Team-Captain ~ and, Also, the-nippy Paul-MESSI Was ‘more’ skillful than-Him…

Paul HAD to put-On a-Messi face to-Fit IN… but HAD to-Find a Balance-line-To ‘both-Selves’ ~ as a-WIN-WIN:

* Paul-MESSI’s Socceroo Junior Selection in-RPL

* Paul’s RPL mission-Strategy WAS to Study hard-&-Behave to Not GET-INTO ‘any’ Trouble ~ OR he Would-BE Sent-to-Military School

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They went to the 3 designated tables (… for the Bullmastiffs’ soccer team) ~ while Raymond collected their beef-sandwiches (… he still Ordered the team’s food, until the-End-of-the month ~ since losing his-Bet… spending $120 everyday ~ which he COULD Afford… ‘being’ the son-Of-A millionaire Lawyer). On the table they were Laughing to puerile-banters (… Paul too Laughed to join-Along) …

… he noticed Maggi, 2 table Across with her Music-Class friends (… none-Of-the Classmates Year-8, A Class joined the visually-impaired Chinese-girl in the canteen… she sometimes sat Alone, accompanied by Her-Ai Boyyo) ~ Paul ‘wanted’ TO see her in Library tomorrow [Wednesday] – to-Ask her a-Favor, whether she Could ‘tutor’ his Math-&-Science subjects…

… BUT not TODAY [Tuesday] ~ where he WAS busy with Anger-Management session, and Soccer practice in his After-School Activities – with ‘both’ timings Overlapped …

Ray brought the Beef-sandwiches, and the-Team Ate ~ someone brought-Up the Topic of the Afternoon training (… where Coach Metcalf ‘was’ to introducing “Total-Football” strategy’s tactics, later in the pitch) …

… Backbencher Terry, who ‘overheard’ in-Class Of-Paul saying to Churro, that he HAD-TO attend Counselling session…

“… seems-Like Captain-Messi is going to Miss-His training ~ he’s Going for Hallelujah-Lavender’s session to confess his-Sins, hahaha…” He instigated ~ with someone on the-table rejoindering…

“… hey, Didn’t Messi tell that-woman that he is ‘done’ with her bull**** therapy sessions ~ and Wont-Go to-It Anymore …!?”

Paul put-down his sandwich, as he saw everyone in the table Looking-at him… he made a comeback in self-defense ~ (…by bits-Of-Messi’s Intel-&-the ‘yesterday’s Intervention) …

“Oii! It’s NOT that I wanna-Go to the-Woman’s office ~ but it Looks-Like she’s is taking her job Seriously… she DON’T Care if I ‘got’ Tuesday’s training à and, Over-in her office, it’s Like Detention-Class of One-On-One session with her… IF I Don’t go, she Reports my-Attendance to Principal Burnell, WHO calls my-Mom ~ and I get shelling-&-bombardment at home…

“… my-mom is planning to send me-TO Military-School if I DON’T attend My-student counselling à I Don’t wanna Go-There, and Waste-my-Life…!”

The surprised Nate-Xavier Spoke-Up…

“… your mother Told-you-That She’s Sending You There? à that is Harsh…!”

The Donovan brother, who WERE non-Smokers looked at Nate, the team’s midfielder…

The sarcastic-Terry instigated further…

“… yes-Nate, you HAD your One-on-One session Yesterday… what you-Both crazies Talk-about? à what is the Latest in-the-Market Vape-juices Did she Recommend ~ anything… cannabis? hahaha…”

“Shut-Up Ter, its none-Of-your business… Go-just EAT the sanger your brother bought you…” The annoyed midfielder responded…

The elder-Donovan Brother Was then-Accusing…

“It’s ALL-Your Fault Nate, you were Caught Vaping in halftime At-the Locker-room, and Paul Had to-Pay the B***** price of defending you ~ OR-Else Old-Man Quigley would have dragged your-criminal A** to Mrs. Burn-in-Hell’s office!”

“Whoa! Didn’t I Apologize to y’ All for That? What MORE Do you Want, Ray…? I scored the ONLY goal in that Quarterfinal, haven’t I? We then Advance to the-Semis, So-what-ELSE, Ray…?” Nate Clarified…

“… just cos’ You’re f***ing Seniors, you CAN DO whatever you Want and-Jeopardize the team à you’re Bad influence to Us-All!” The Irish-Backbencher engaged…

Nate WAS Mad…

“Whoa! Blame-Yourself, Ray à you Have been Off-Form and Played Like s***, remember? And you scored NOTHING in 3-Of-those Championship-matches, while we made-it into the Finals-WITHOUT Any-Of-your-Golden Boot-goals Bulls***-Bragging…

“… yea, you’re pissed at Me, and the Rest-Of-us cos’ of the-Bet your Lost… here! I Don’t ‘need’ your Charity food!”

The 16-year-Old tossed his half-eaten sandwich on his tray – and left the table. Churros restrained Ray WHO cursed back…

“F*** You! Go Parkour the b***** Central-Park-Tower à and f***ing fall-To-your Death, when You’re on-Top!”

Nate Laughed, walking-Away… saying…

“… lame-Comeback, Raymond… my-Pointing Of-your mistakes WERE spicier though, hahaha… you Should-BE sitting in the Reserve-Bench in those 3 games… now, you were just a-Furniture who WON a Gold-Medal… Admit it, hahaha!”

Everyone (… including the Bullmastiff-fans) ~ saw the-Brewing-of toxic tension Among-the 2 Key-players. At the main-Table, was the-silence Paul, jawdropped Of-an-Argument (that started with him ‘going’ Counselling ~ that ENDED-Up with Ray-&-Nate going-At Each-Others’ jugular…

… he reviewed the situation:

* RAYMOND – was Out-of-Line… of pulling his-A-Class’s ‘leader-Of-Irish Backbenchers’ rank, and talk-Down on a-Senior student in the-Canteen (… that Backfired, where Ray himself HAD ‘forgotten’ his OWN-mistakes After winning ‘his’ Gold-medal)

* TERRY – should keep-his ADHD puerile-Mouth shut (… the a**clown’s-jokes WERE sometimes insensitive ~ he’s BEEN ‘that’ way-In every-Other Earths)

* NATE – without his Quarterfinal’s solitary goal, the Bullmastiff WOULDN’T have Progressed, and-BE Knocked-Out ~ (RAY ‘had’ Disrespected the True-Hero of the team)

As the-Team Captain, he spoke…

“Okay Cool it, we MADE mistakes in the-Past ~ we Accept-the-Consequences and move-On… Let’s ‘not’ Fight in the team…”

Raymond directed his vexation at Paul…

“Oh-Yeah, what about you, Paul? You’ll ‘miss’ Training, and you DON’T Seem to care à the scouts for Junior-Selection Would-Be here soon!”

… Paul WAS processing what he MEANT… as his temples twitched when he heard the-word “scouts” ~ Messi’s Intel relayed that there Would-BE a friendly with the St Georges’ Dragons, at the end-of-the month à where the National Socceroo scouts Would pick-the-best Player(s) for the Under-15 …

“Why Hasn’t Coach-Jonah intervened, to LET Messi ‘skip’ counselling, and Go-for Training…!? Oldman-Jonah is SHS’ Discipline-Master ~ he should ‘simply’ Approve it…!” Churros spoke…

… but the busybody-Terry countered…

“That Oldman Has No-say… he screwed-Up as a-Discipline-Master the moment ‘when’ that f***** Nate vaped in the Locker in the old-man’s Watch. The Burn-in-Hell Principal-Woman on-the-other hand – prioritizes students’ b***** Academics-&-Discipline MORE than ‘us’ selected to play for the country… those-Women, with Hallelujah-Holifield ARE ‘not’ Patriotic, they B***** DON’T CARE ‘what’ the Oldman Coach has Got-to say… it’s just a-Supremacy ‘woke’ agenda for their so-Called feminism-Move to make the future-Perthians’ boys-&-men docile-as cuckolds…”

Paul noticed that the Table-Conversation WAS getting toxic ~ he then put a stop, by Addressing Raymond…

“Okay-Ray… I’ll talk to Ms. Holifield and shift her sessions to our non-Training days ~ in the meantime, let’s ‘not’ piss-Off the seniors… we ‘need’ Nate, and the other-guys as the part-Of-team, okay…?”

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THE FINAL BELL RANG, STUDENTS were either going-home OR to their after-School curricular activities. Paul walked to the Northwing Admin-area ~ where the SHS Counsellor’s office WAS…

… he wanted to ask Ms. Holifield for a rescheduling…

He was There, walking in the hallway with glass-Windows looking-Into Admin Office. Paul HAD ‘been’ there Last, while in POST-TREETON à in the Principal-Harris’s office, while-In ‘trouble’ for the SHS’s Family-Day’s Kissing-VDO…

He saw New-Faces in the-Admin staff working in office in-RPL. Then he spotted a ‘familiar’ character among them – it WAS a 10-year younger, Mr. Muthoo Ganeson variant ~ the South-Indian school’s peon… who WAS overweight in this-Realm. Paul humored in his-Thoughts…

‘… was it the-Beers OR-the Gulab-jamun, hehehe…?’

Paul reached the Counsellor’s Office-Door, knocked-&-entered… and WAS surprised to see Jane there, in her session with Ms. Holifield. The-New counsellor WAS in her Late-20s, with short dark hair (… conducting her ½ hour One-on-One sessions) …

“… yes, Paul Walker ~ your session is Next-in-Line… please ‘wait’ Outside…”

Paul WAS flabbergasted when he saw Jane’s Angry-Eyes Staring-Back (… at HIM ~ the Irish-backbencher) ~ speechless, he could ‘not’ put-the-words for his Request-of-Rescheduling his Counselling session Days. He went-Out hurried, closing the door, muttering…

“… err… sorry…”

Outside, he WAS Disturbed by the Jane Winston’s ‘presence’ à a dead ringer to his Late-Beloved soulmate-Jane Wilson (… shot dead by her-doctor Mother) …

‘… take it-easy, Poe… this is the SAFFA’s Janey…’

… but the bloodied-gory images Of-the gunshot-&-wounded-Jane flashbacked…

… his breathing was irregular, with his knees wobbly. He sat at a bench that WAS opposite to Holifield’s door ~ noticing 4 students’ names in the-Counsellor’s schedule, for that-Afternoon:

1. Jane Winston

2. Billy Iddo

3. Paul Walker

4. Bella Beaulieu

‘Huh! … what is Ter’s girlfriend doing here-TOO? It’s her motormouth a**clown boyfriend who should-Be here… giving the Disabled folks a-Bad name…’

Basing on the-Time gap, he guesstimated that he HAD to wait an-Hour before his turn. He Looked at his Timex-watch, and WAS contemplated to Go-Training the first Hour… then Come-for his ½ hour Counselling… then Go-back to the field to-Train Again…

‘… I better NOT ~ I’ll BE stinking in sweat BO… just ‘like’ the-Tenno devil ‘deliberately’ Does in the Other-Earths, to piss-Off people Like-a-Skunk…’

Then anxiety creeped into him ~ he hadn’t visited the counsellor office before in the Other-Earth’s as he HAD good-conduct and behaved in SHS… ‘not’ like the-devil WHO attacked Zubeer-Khan, who-had ‘beaten’ the one-Armed-devil à later sent to Ms. King’s office, to deal with his Anger-issues…

… like Paul ‘was’ NOW paying-&-dealing with his alter-ego, Paul-MESSI’s mistakes…

‘… what is did you Do, Messi? Why can’t I have access to memories of the locker-Room when you pushed Ol’ man-Quigley down…? Now, I’m just relying on someone in the-Team saying this-&-that to SUPPORT you, regarding ‘what’ ACTUALLY happened ‘during’ the Quarterfinal’s 2nd-Half Time-break…’

His fate-Of-the Military school, which Caroline-variant ‘threatened’ to send him to ~ the Outcome of his sessions with Ms. Holifield ‘depended’ on it…

He took-Out a-scrap Note book from his Adidas backpack ~ it had several FC Barcelona’s logo + Adidas soccer boots drawings (worn by Lionel Messi). In a Blank page ~ Paul WAS thinking of possible questions he Would-BE Asked later…

‘… come-on Messi… cooperate please ~ I’m TRYING to Help-you…’

… nothing-came…

… he flipped the pages to the drawings… to find CLUES (… still Nothing ‘came’) ~ and he gave-Up… and, the distracted Paul, was-then Shading the soccer boots hand-drawn by-Messi, ‘while’ thinking-Of-Jane in POST-TREETON…

‘… APO transferred your 3rd-Eye supe-powers to ME à and I did ‘laser-Surgery,’ and delivered the Saviour-Daughter out-Of you… she’s pretty baby ~ HAS your-Eyes…’

Moments passed, while he daydreamed with his pencil-&-note book… his reveries ‘poofed’ when he detected-Movement. He looked-Up TO SEE a short trouser junior-student, approaching the bench. Paul was distracted by the colorful patches on his-canvas Backpack… Of-Billabong, Quicksilver, Rip-curl, etc. The board-surfing ‘interest’ boy, had spiky-short blonde hair. Paul guessed he WAS Billy-Iddo ~ and he-Also had a black-Eye…

“Hiya Messi! You’re here Too, hahaha!”

… Paul recognized him from the Award-giving yesterday @the-Gym… while, he WAS standing on the stage looking at the basketball-court à where Billy fist-cuffed with rival juniors-WHO were Peter’s tennis fans ~ to Create a-Commotion… which was Un-sportsmanship ‘like’…

Billy saw Paul’s drawings, and got-Excited…

“Gnarly! That’s Lionel Messi’s boots – WOW, you’re a-Good artist, mate!” He praised…

“F***-OFF!”

… Paul closed the-book… wanting to disassociate with Messi’s TOXIC fan outside Ms. Holifield’s office ~ who ‘was’ trying to get ‘chummy’ with him, By-invading his privacy-&-boundary…

…at the same-Time, the door OPENED and Jane Winston Walked-Out (… after her-1/2 session). Her Angry-eyes ‘met’ Paul’s ~ she-Scoffed and Walked-away from the A-Class’s Irish-Backbencher… that twisted knots of dis-Eased in-His guts…

He was Then-distracted by-Billy the Bullmastiff-Fan, entering the-Counsellor’s office…

“See ya, Champ! Woof-Woof, hahaha!”

Paul WAS back-Alone, sitting on the wooden bench ~ doodling in the note-book page… back in-Communicating His-thoughts with his Beloved Late-Soulmate.

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Moments passed until the office door Reopened ~ a disgruntled Billy-Iddo Stepped-Out… forcing a-Smile, the black-eyed junior acknowledged…

“… your turn-Now, Messi… go-&-enjoy the BS…”

Paul put the scrap book-Away and stood-Up, with Billy approaching him, for a Goodbye Hi-5 to his-Bullmastiff idol. Paul HAS no-Qualms-of-Animosity, as he tapped his-Palm to Billy’s…

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“… see you at the match this month-End à Go-break a-Dragon’s Leg, hahaha à hope they ‘pick’ you for the Socceroo Junior-Selections, brah… Good-Luck-Yo!”

“… thank you…”

He looked at Billy Walking-Away, sullen, as he threw a crushed yellow-colored paper-ball in the bin… that missed and fell on the floor. Billy didn’t pick-it, as he Left the hallway to Go-home…

‘… opps, he didn’t ‘look’ happy… what ‘about’ me…!?’

… Paul knocked the door-&-entered the office. It was a small-space – which Paul caught more ‘details’ In-the 2nd-time (… where the first, Was-Of Jane-Winston’s presence, An-hour Ago). There was the work-table. In the middle ‘were’ 2 couches for counselling. The 4-corner-walls WERE posters of Bible quotes (… where Paul ‘managed’ to read ‘only-One’:

‘Obey in Everything ~ for This ‘pleases’ the-Lord à Colossians 3:20…’

“… G’ day, Paul ~ I thought you wouldn’t come…” Holifield humored…

Paul Didn’t reply… and he walked-Over, and sat in One-of-the gray-colored couch ~ thinking…

‘… huh, why? Did you Lose a-Bet with Principal Burnell? Of-course I HAD to come ~ or-Else, Mom will ‘send’ me-Packing to Military school… for Messi’s mistakes…’

The-20 Something bespectacled woman was lanky-In-stature, speaking to him while drinking-water Off a sports-Plastic bottle. Her short Black hair, reminded Paul Of-the-Actress in the Indy-5 movie (… which ‘was’ a Disney’s box-office-Disaster) ~ Paul WAS surprised ‘why’ the-Counsellor ‘didn’t’ HAVE the name-Of-the Actress à where-Else, his-History Teacher’s name WAS Harrison-Ford…

Ms. Lavender Holifield ‘was’ a Laggard of-the 70s bellbottom trousers fashion, as she giraffe-Paced to occupy her-Couch with her notepad (… for Paul-Messi’s ½ Counselling session) … saying…

“… Let’s Bow our heads, and Pray… Oh-Lord Abba Father…”

… an ABBA song played in his nervous mind ~ as he Freestyled the chorus’s lyrics…

‘… Hallelujah… Here-We go again… My-my… how-Can I Resist You? … Hallelujah… Does it ‘show’ Again? … My-my… How-Much I Missed-You…’

… immediately Paul remembered GOING as a 16-year-Old ‘for’ Counselling,’ in-PERTHLAND à for Sexual Harassment… Kissing Alicia-Wong variant in that-Realm (… a Mistaken-Identity of his Chinese girlfriend-Of the-OTHER-PERTH) …

… in that Realm, the Counsellor WAS the blonde Nurse-Nancy ~ she WAS an-Evangelic-Bible thumper who wore dullard-Conservative modesty-fashioned clothing (… unlike ‘her’ Nancy-Counterpart Of-OTHER PERTH, who-Wore a-short nurse’s white-Uniform). The zealot Counselor-Nancy then spoke-Of-the punishment(s) in Hell for the Sin-Of-Lust (… for sexually-harassing the OTHER Alicia Variant) …

Both of the-Christians were clasping their palms, eyes shut, in the supplications. Paul’s eyes half-Opened when the devoted Ms. Holifield quoted the antagonistic brothers ~ Cain-&-Abel from Genesis. His eyes wandered to a Biblical-quote poster above her head, On-the wall Behind…

‘Listen to your Father’s Instruction ~ and Do ‘not’ forsake His-Teachings à They’re the Garland to ‘grace’ your-Head, and a-Chain to Adorn your-Neck… Proverbs 1:18-19’

Paul sighed to-Himself…

‘… which ‘one’ of-My Fathers’ instructions? I’ve Multiple fathers in Every-Realm I’m reincarnated-IN ~ Solomon-Walker, Joe-Dickson and Tom-Harris… and-Counting…’

… he heard Ms. Holifield concluding her-prayers. He quickly shut his-Eyes, ‘pretending’ to pray with her…

“… in Lord-Jesus’ Name, we pray. Amen…”

“… Amen!” Paul rejoindered and opened his-eyes…

Before settling-In, the woman opened a small tin-Of-jujubes, and offered him…

“… well, how Are you Paul…?”

“… uhm, I’m okay…” Casually, Paul replied, and declining the jujubes offering ~ as he disliked the horrible-Mint’s taste…

“Praise the-Lord, the Award ceremony yesterday turned-Out well ~ unlike the previous-Year when you Lost…” She said…

‘… what punishment you ‘gave’ Just-NOW To that punk Billy-Idol, for his “Rebel Yell” yesterday…? He Didn’t seem ‘happy’ About-It…’

Sucking on the-jujubes, she ‘began’ her session…

“… can you tell me your-Feelings of Losing the 2nd-Time, Paul ~ to your-Brother?”

… Paul noticed that she WAS Clearly ‘baiting’ him à to spark-The-flame of Messi’s Animosity So-That, he could-BE Triggered (… but the host WAS in In-control of the raging-Genie In-the-Bottle…

… Paul Realized-That-It WAS a-TEST – where his ‘wrong’ Reactions determined his-Punishment (… Like Billy-Iddo à that’ll determine him going to Military-school). He HAD to Check-On Messi’s temper, and BE-IN his best-Behaviors in All-Times in RPL…

… he Should-BE Positive à and In-Control-Of the-Narrative, to wipe-the slate-Clean for Messi’s Mistakes…

Paul DID a-Messi ‘impression-Of-mannerism’…

“HAHAHA, ‘not’ at-All, Ms. Holifield ~ I’m ‘not’ a Sore-Loser Like-I’d BEEN Last-year … I’m passed THAT, hahaha, yea? If SAFFA won, So-What!? It’s just-A-popularity Contest ~ where ANYONE, those sheeples ‘vote’ Can-Win!

“… but I HAVE my-Eyes on-The-prize with the Socceroo Junior’s selection à THAT’s my-Goal!

“… err, did I-say that SAFFA came-Over Yesterday-Evening to celebrate His-Victory with us, haha… and even-Bought mom-&-me takeaway-Dinner…”

The Counsellor interrupted…

“Why do you call your-Brother SAFFA? Isn’t ‘that’ derogatory ~ sounds degrading…?”

Paul ‘was’ stumped…

“… huh-err… Saffa ‘means’ someone coming from South-Africa ~ how is ‘that’ degrading…? He Doesn’t ‘mind’ me calling him THAT-Too…?”

“NO! It sounds Racist! Don’t call him that ~ Respect His-Name, for ‘he’ is-Your Long-Lost Brother, WHO the Lord-Sheppard ‘reunited’ to you-All after 15-forgotten-Years ~ your-Mother is-So ‘blessed’ to embrace her-Estranged son ‘again’ ~ like Jesus’ Lost-lamb – for he WAS Lost, and Now Found… take a-Lesson from him, Paul… be-Found like Jesus’ Lost-lamb…

“… Just so, I tell you (… of-Luke 15:7) ~ ‘there will be more joy in heaven over one sinner who repents, than over ninety-nine righteous persons who need no repentance’…

“… respect his name, start treating Peter as your-Equal ~ for he’s a-Walker ‘not’ some-SAFFA … he’s your-Own Flesh-&-Blood, Okay?”

Paul nodded, with his jaw dropped ~ realizing she was imposing her political-correctness views, and flavoring it ‘with’ Jesusy-quotes…

‘Respect the-devil!??… Ms. Holifield, you donno this-devil Like-I-DO ~ he’s the proverbial-Wolf in sheep’s clothes… he’s a Deceiver-&-Betrayer ~ and, I don’t trust the-SAFFA-in-RPL 100%... cos’ I’ve been screwed before…’

… but he Couldn’t Say-That, and bit-His-Tongue… as he didn’t Want-to-Go to Military-School Hell (… after watching the-Living-hell torture in the Vietnam-flick, Full-Metal-Jacket movie) à but He ‘needed’ to beat her at her Own-Game…

… first, he HAD to put-A-smile On-her Serious face ~ by-Say-things That ‘pleased-Her’…

“What is your-NEXT step, Paul?” She asked…

“… you’re right, Ms. Holifield ~ err, I ‘was’ being Hard on-Him, and-All… I’ll say-Sorry to him-Later. I should Ask-Mom’s Forgiveness-Too for Messi ‘being’ an-A**hole son, who-Caused her worries – by pushing Old-man… err Mr. Quigley ~ I must Apologize to him-Too for his-Fall, and the bad-Words I cussed at him…”

… he was spilling peccadillos like a-sinner to a-Priest in a-Sunday Confessional-box. It WAS working, and the pleased woman began-To-smile. With 15 ‘more’ minutes of session-Time left, Paul Controlled the narrative by Saying Positive-Things…

…he spoke-In-his ‘own’ Voice instead-Of-Messi’s à where the-Variant WAS Loose-mouth – with choices-Of-words That-lack finesse…

The boy went-On narrating the Monday-evening ~ where he-&-Pete drove-In a-DeLorean sportscar to Marciano’s for gourmet Takeaways (… Omitting the conversations, he HAD with Pete’s blackmailed ‘relationship’ with-JANE – ‘which-Was-personal) ~ the boy continued with the delightful Table-for-3 at-HOME ~ the Walker-family Dinner conversation, as they spoke Of Naples Italy, where the Marciano family originated…

“… we had an exquisite veal dish with-Red-Wine, which its name-Translates, “tears-Of-Christ” ~ the wine flavor was unique cos’ of the volcanic-ash Soil in that-valley in Naples. After we-HAD Our-pleasant daydreaming the wonders-Of Naples on the table à then-Of-a Sudden, SAFFA Yelled, “Let’s GO to-ITALY!” … (err-sorry) … Pete said, “Let’s go-To Naples for the school term-break ~ mom declined at first but Pete convinced her to agree for a-Walker Family-Trip to Italy, whoa-wee… why ‘not,’ hahaha…? I haven’t been on trips ‘outside’ Perth – haven’t flown on a plane before… let-Alone for Holidays… why ‘not,’ hahaha…? Pete-is-Paying, and I’m-Going!”

Ms. Holifield stopped him…

“Paul, do you love Peter cos’ he’s Lavishly spending you By-taking you-Places, treating You on expensive food and-What ‘not’…?”

Paul replied…

“Nooo! I’m ‘not’ Like-That… even IF-the-Italian trip doesn’t Go-through, I Wouldn’t Hold-It against him… I’m ‘not’ Like-that…”

“Good ~ don’t Use-your brother cos’ he’s the stepson of-A-billionaire, Understand? Like-Jesus, your love to YOUR-Brother is TO-BE pure-In-heart Whether he’s a-Prince living in-A-castle, or a Homeless-beggar in-The-streets, Understood?” The Counsellor WAS firm-&-serious…

Paul sighed (… that the woman misunderstood him… After-she was ‘scrutinizing’ on every word he spoke Like a-grammar-Nazi ~ finding ‘his’ Faults) ~ he clarified…

“… Ms. Holifield, let me-BE Honest with you that I’m ‘not’ in Any-way exploiting SAA-err… Peter… and-Also, I hold-NO resentment On-stage ~ Losing to him-For the 2nd-Time yesterday…”

… borrowing A-line-From ‘what’ Maggi-Wong ‘saying’ to her-Ai yesterday…

“… I don’t Mind ‘being’ #2 ~ after-Coming to a realization-&-acceptance yesterday ~ that its ‘not’ about-ME… its ‘about’ Sportsmanship ~ and my-Brother WON fair-&-square… twice à NOW, I’ve to work even Harder to become ‘better’ footballer… to WIN next year’s Award…

“… the-Problem TO-THAT à is, I’m missing training, and my-Teammates are Hating me … that I would Let-the-Team down in the Junior-Selection Trials with the friendlies-Against the-Dragon, this month-end…”

The tensed-Up Paul, sighed-Out aloud…

“… Let’s BE Honest, Ms. Holyfield à I Know-that-You-know That… my-mom TOLD Principal Burnell to punish-ME by ‘blocking’ me from my-Soccer Training, with attending Your-counselling sessions of Tuesdays-&-Fridays… even Coach-Jonah Could-Do ‘nothing’ about-IT ~ as its Principal Burnell-&-mom’s decision-To-punish Messi… err-Me…”

The student-Counsellor WAS stoic ~ ‘not’ caring for sports (… ‘only’ academics-&-religion, being her-Criteria) …

Paul continued Appealing… Like-a-Parole Prisoner…

“… I know That-you-Know that mom is-Planning to send Me-to-Military school ~ which I DON’T wanna-Go…

“… yesterday, during the-Family Intervention in-Our-dinner table à I made a solemn-Promise to-mom, that I’ll behave-Myself by NOT getting-Into any Trouble in school-&-outside… I told-Her that I’ve Reformed ~ and be-Straight into laser-focusing this 2nd-Term, in both my Studies-&-Sports ~ and, to BE a Well-Behaved model student, Henceforth-that -- I’ve repented-&-I’ve Learnt my-Lessons for my-Mistakes…

“… mom Gave-me a 2nd-Chance à when I Said-that IF I ‘screw-Up, I Would-pack-&-Leave to that-Hellish Military-school myself…

“… therefore, I beg-Of-You Ms. Holifield, IF could you put-A-word to Principal-Burnell that I’ve Changed into a New-leaf… so that… she Could ‘let’ me GO Back for my-Training ~ my-Bullmastiff Teammates ‘need’ me… this is Important to-US in school à Could you ‘please’ Talk-to-Her?”

The nonchalant woman, cleared her throat and chapped her jujubes-coated tongue… and She replied…

“I don’t think Principal Burnell Would-Approve…”

“… but you COULD Convince her, Can’t you, Ms. Holyfield…?” Paul beseeched…

“… and tell her ‘What,’ Paul…? That you’ve overnight ‘changed’ Into-a-new leaf, after yesterday evening Family-Intervention? The principal-&-even-your mother want Living-Proof of-Your-Actions ~ so-To See That you WERE indeed a ‘reformed’ student à give it a Month, and we’ll See if you’ve Indeed Changed…”

‘… What!!? A Month!?? The Junior Selection Trials are Less-Than-2 week…’

“… please… Ms. Holyfield…” Paul pleaded…

“… no, sorry-Paul ~ I Can’t help you… your Words-&-Promises Alone aren’t Good-enough…”

On the couch, the 13-year-Old’s self-Confidence inflated Like-a-Leaking party balloon... and felt small ~ with the bottled-up frustration-&-glimmer of hope, that Tanked-deep…

… he went-Inside, to-Open the door-Of-his mind to Let-MESSI ‘know’ Of-the-Bad news, and apologize that He failed to-Convince the Tough-cookie, Student-Counsellor Holyfield… Messi then whispered…

‘… Go-tell Her-This…’

Just Like a courtroom Lawyer, Paul ‘made’ his-Closing-Argument…

“… how-Long MORE-does the school-system determine to Punish-Me? How ‘long’ Should the Lost-Lamb BE Punished for its-Mistake for wandering-Off from-The-flock ~ they Might-As-well ‘kill’ the Lamb, and Roast-It into a Middle-Eastern Lamb-Kebab menu, and then TO-BE served in the Last-Supper, yea…?

“… cos’ there-Is Not An-ounce-Of Redemption, No-Matter HOW-MUCH I repent TO-BE a Good-Son, and a Good-Student… for-All-Of the Mistakes Messi… err… I made-In the-Past…

“… is Forgiveness a-Forgotten virtue in Christianity These-Days…!? IS That They Don’t-Believe in Giving 2nd-Chances to the-Accused Sinners Anymore…!?”

Guilt pricked the devoted-Christian student Counsellor… looking-Over the boy who-WAS disheartened from his dreams-Of-playing soccer. Ms. Holyfield spoke…

“Since you made-A-point that your-Football is ‘important’ for THIS school ~ I’ll make an-Exceptional By-changing Our-schedule, so that you-Can GO-for Your-training…”

“Thank-You SOOO-Very Much, Ms. Holyfield!”

The rapt teen nearly jumped-Up from the couch To-Hi5 the woman (… but he Thought-IT ‘was’ Inappropriate) ~ instead reached-Out his hand for-A-handshake, but the student-Counsellor wagged her finger, At HIM saying…

“… I’m NOT finished-Yet à Listen, don’t Get Into-ANY trouble ~ the Discipline-Master Coach Jonah, Principle-Burnell, and-I Would-BE Keeping-our-Eyes On-You… Make-sure You-don’t Mess-IT up for Your-teammates and-The-School, Understand!!? OR-Else, you’ll NEVER Play ‘again’ in Your Entire School Education HERE!!”

“I Promise!”

Paul nodded-&-kowtowed from the couch (… like a Korean-TV Drama-student to the-Elders) …

‘… wow-&-wow! Messi’s whispering Actually worked, hehehe ~ I ‘had’ GAVE-UP in-Despair Just-Now à but MESSI struck a hattrick on her-Nerve with the Last-Supper’s Kebab-menu…’

Paul was glad he Knew the Parable of Jesus’ Lost-Lamb from his Sunday Catechism-class of years ago. These-Days, He just treasured the Parables (the-enigmatic Moral-Lessons of Jesus) ~ he felt the Rest-of-the Bible WERE-Just hearsays-Of-prophets… which he-Ignored with the Changing-Politics from the above-&-below of the realms-Of Heaven-&-Hell…

… his POV ‘changed’180 ~ ever-since Witnessing the Destruction of the Garden-Of-Eden by Metatron ~ Yahweh’s War-Chieftain Angel…

… his-Belief reverie ‘poofed’ when the Counsellor spoke…

“You Should ‘not’ Hangout with your-Lunatic friends, and DO Dangerous feat like Climbing-up TO the school-Rooftop à what-IF someone falls-&-dies, then the school Would-BE Sued! Paul, you should forget your Insane-Loser friends and head into their-Deranged path à I suggest you Find-new-Friends…

“… do you-Go to-Church?”

… the Messi-side-Of him ‘was’ Uncomfortable ~ a voice ‘echoed’ a Name… Lawrence-Walsh…

‘… huh-Messi… what About mom’s cousin Uncle-Larrie…?’

Paul Had a-Delayed ‘transmission-Moment,’ as he-PAUSED ~ and, Had-Not replied her-Question…

“… err-Sorry… err-Yes, Ms. Holyfield… I go to Church… St Michaels with-Mom…”

The Counselor-Then said…

“… In-the Church I GO, the Church-Of-Jesus Morning-Star ~ We Organize Youth Fellowship Every-SUNDAY EVENINGs, where We’ll HAVE Fun-Worship-&-Dance among 500 youngsters, of your-age group…

“… in the-Presence Of-Our Divine Pastor Mar-Daskalos SOL, and his wife Mar-Daskalos FLORES…

“… I hold the ‘position’ of KYROIS in the Church, and, in the Youth Committee that Organizes the Sunday Fellowships. I WANT YOU to-BE There… and, I’ll Take Your-Attendance over-There too… Paul, this is a-Part of-YOUR soccer-playing deal, That You MUST COME TO-Us this-Sunday… understand?

“… It’s for Your-Benefit That-you FIND NEW Friends ~ you NEED Changes in your-Deranged, and Anti-Social Life. Come there ~ and, you’ll SEE Changes as you’ll Transform ‘into’ your True-Christian-Self in OUR-Youth Fellowship event among Other-Students Of-other-Schools, This-Coming Sunday, to the-Meet @JMS Church…

“… don’t-Fret… you’re ‘not’ Alone ~ there ‘are’ Stamford-High School’s boy-&-girls – who Would-BE There too…”

‘… hmn… like Jane-&-Bella…?’

The woman reached-Out to the side-table where there was a manila-folder, and pulled Out-a flier…

… he had seen the yellow-Colored flier before ~ the ‘not-Happy’ junior-student, Billy-Iddo crushed the paper ~ ‘Calling’ it’s BS…

Ms. Holyfield handed it to Paul, saying…

“I’ll see you-There…”

“… err-Yes, I’ll BE There, Ma’am… Mom Would-Like me TO-GO Too…”

“… O’ Yes she Would, Paul ~ you’ll ‘never’ regret-Coming…” She smiled Cheshire…

Paul WAS ‘analyzing’ the-Intel…

‘… why the bad student recruitment-Only? What is-A Kyrois? Is it A-Recruiter? So, there are other Students from other-Schools ~ so, There-Are ‘other’ student-Counsellors holding the ‘Kyrois’ positions In-Recruiting ‘bad-apple’ students to come for the-Fellowship @JMS…

… JMS Is a ‘weird’ name for-A-Church too ~ Jesus Morning-Star…? That sounded Like-the Title in-the-Bible given to the Fallen Angel Lucifer…

‘… maybe they ran-Out of domain-names for-Churches ~ this-Jesus-Church.com… and that-Jesus-Church.com à now they Have crossed over-to a-Fancier as-in JesusMorningStar.com ~ yikes… I hope it’s NOT a-Cult…’

… while rationalizing the-Intel, Paul looked-Up at the wall-Clock above a framed Bible-quote… and he can’t help Reading-It:

"Be very careful, then, how you live YOUR TIME — not as unwise but as wise, making the most of every opportunity because the days are evil." Ephesian 5:15-16’

The time ‘was’ 3:25 PM ~ he’s Got another 5 Minutes of session-Time Left… while he read the-yellow Colored-paper flyer that stated the Location Of-the-Church, which held sunset Fellowship at 7 PM-10 PM. He folded the paper, and put-It in his blazer-pocket… while the Counsellor was writing on her-pad ~ she Looked-up and asked…

“Paul, do you have a-Girlfriend…?”

‘… whoa! That’s personal…’

Instead, he-Said…

“… no…”

Ms. Holyfield went-On saying to BE A-good Person ~ one ‘needed’ every-Emotional-&-Spiritual Support coming from parents, and a-Good Circle of family-&-friends ~ including a ‘girlfriend’ ~ where the young-Counsellor Don’t mind teen-Relationship-&-Companionship… As-long they behave-Morally according God’s Teaching from the-Bible… where, God Made man-&-woman for-A purpose…

Paul’s Mind contradicted…

‘… whoa… did she encourage teen-Relationship a-Way of the-GoodBook? For-Me, it’s a Very Bad idea in the Bad-Luck Realm – where there are multiple teen-Pregnancies in School ~ and even I became an-Almost (by-name) Baby-Daddy… Tarzan-&-Jane WERE ‘accused’ but WE DID NOT à cos’ the whole thing WAS a terrible Roman Immaculate-Conception Conspiracy …’

Ms. Holyfield was casual as she spoke About Her-Left Wing view-Of-Christianity, with the-Open Encouragement-In Teen-Relationships in-Schools… Paul was quiet, in keen-Observation (… WAS-his ‘turn’ to nitpick Like-a Grammar-Nazi). As the-80s Mullet (short-In-front. Long-At-back) hair-styled, woman-WAS Talking ~ she was Teasing…

“… haha, no-Worries… you’ll find a Girlfriend this-Sunday, hahaha…”

‘… no-Ma’am, I Won’t ~ I’m coming for-Checking-THE-Boxes in my Attendance, NOT to Social-&-Mingle but for my ‘excuse-Out’ to-GET-to play my Soccer-dreams (… Messi’s dreams)’…

… when he-Thought Of-That – He ‘felt’ strange…

“Hahaha, Paul, you’re Blushing…”

He felt the Paul-Messi Side-Of-Him was Embarrassed by her-Teasing him ‘about’ Girlfriend … he shut him-Off…

‘… ooo-You Don’t Have a-Girlfriend, I-see… all your Loser Irish Backbencher friends ~ don’t Have Girlfriends Too… except Terry, with… Bella, who-I’m skeptical in my ‘earth’ ~ of her-Being ‘preggo’ with “Judas” … my-Devil twin’s Baby-boy’s Choice-Of-name for his-Unborn Son…

‘…oy-Messi, Let’s Us play football ~ don’t get Involve in Any-Girls’ headaches in school… I’m A-member of the-Cursed-Trio ~ I’ll ‘bring’ Bad-Relationship’ to Whosever you Fall-for… girls-CAN Come Later, after academic-&-sporting Successes, that I can-Achieve ONLY if you’re in-A Mute-mode, And, I ‘manage’ You TO-Stay out-Of-trouble…

‘… take it from Me, Bro – I ‘had’ 2-Girlfriends ~ the headaches… Of-buying ‘birth-control’ pills as a-Minor… even though the-Baby-wasn’t mine, but the-Anxiety I ‘had’ Undergone for my-Beloved Blind-Jane (… as Apo ‘put-It-as’ ~ me, as-a Reverse St Joseph…WHO, wanted ‘Mary’ to Abort the Saviour-of-Mankind) …

“Your brother HAS a Girlfriend ~ you’ll ‘soon’ have-One TOO, haha…” She Said…

… again, Paul Differed…

‘… huh…what is she Talking-About? Does she know this-Variant is a Laydettes Gang-Member ~ she Should advice the student-exchange SAFFA to get-Out from their-Toxic Relationship… rather than-Calling her, his-GF…

‘… what WAS Jane’s One-on-One session earlier About? When she Left the-Office ~ she WAS smiling – BUT-Outside, ‘when’ she Saw-Messi ~ her-Face turned Sour…

‘… I bet she didn’t tell Holyfield, that she’s Blackmailing SAFFA with the Sex-tape VDO ~ I’m the 3rd-person (according to the 16-year-Old devil…) who ‘knows’ of THEIR-SECRET… unless she bragged-It to her Laydettes-BFFs…

‘… if the Sex-Tape leaks – the Righteous-&-God-Fearing Holifield Would-BE the first to Call the-police – as she’s ‘protective’ of-SAFFA… the-Billionaire’s Stepson…’

Paul WAS overwhelmed by Unanswered Questions in his 2nd-Day of-Reincarnating in the RPL Timeline…

… he was Distracted by the Baroque-ringtone of George-Handel’s “Hallelujah-Chorus,” coming from Ms. Holyfield’s cellphone. Paul glanced at the Wall-Clock ~ 3:30 PM (… his ½ Hour session ‘was’ Over) … he looked at the woman Taking-the-Call…

“… yes Bella… you Can’t Make-It… ooo… hmm… you have-your Period cramps… and you Went-home… kay’ good ~ you ‘poor’ thing…”

Paul felt uncomfortable, Listening-In…

‘… great you HAVE your-Period, Bella ~ or-Else, you’ll have Terry’s Judas-spawn ~ I’m Out-of-Here…’

Paul pointed at the clock to distract the woman… as he stood-Up, a silent thank you-&-goodbye by his kowtow-gesture, and he Left her-Office.

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OUTSIDE, Paul WAS rapt that Ms. Holyfield HAD ‘allowed’ him to-GO for training – he Wanted to break the-Good-news to his teammates who-WERE @practice in the-Westwing (… probably ‘join’ them FOR-a-Late-training, eventhough it WAS past-3:30 ~ but training ‘want-On-more’ Than-that the 2-Hours @4 PM… an-1/2 ‘additional’ hour, before the school-Main-gate shutted @5 PM…

… as he walked a few-meters, and he saw the crumpled yellow-flier ball beside the Trash-bin – the one ‘tossed’ by the junior-student Billy-Iddo, who refused the-Invitation of attending the-Sunday’s JMS’ Fellowship Charismatic-Event (… where, Ms. Holyfield, the Kyrios Would-BE taking attendance) …

His Mind-Ranted…

‘… it’s okay for-You, Billy-Gnarly-Surfer – you just Got-a-Blackeye ~ but me, I’m Blacklisted for your Bullmastiff-Idol-MESSI’s Mistakes à my-Mom is gonna send-Me Away to Military school!

‘… I Have TO-GO for This-Fellowship in-Order – I get to-Attend my-Training for the Junior Selection Trials…

‘… how-Bad can it-Be…? We gather-Around sing-&-clap Kumbaya-&-We’reTheWorld songs… easy-peasy poo, Poe…’

He Walked along the admin-Section of the-Office hallway. Through the glass panel-walls, he saw the staff working in laxed-pace (… counting the minutes to-4 PM, to Go-home) … the only ‘familiar’ face WAS the east-Indian peon, Mr. Muthoo-Ganesan (… who ‘had’ put-On weight-in-RPL) …

The moment he pushed the exit-door in the air-con admin-Section (… expecting hot-Humid-air of the afternoon Heatwave) ~ instead the air-Was-Cool… cos’ it HAD ‘been’ Raining Outside – the admin building was insulated with Thick-walls, and Paul couldn’t-Have KNOWN or-Heard that he Had spent One-&-½ hours Inside ~ while, it rained-Outside…

‘… I felt chilly in Ms. Holyfield’s office Though…’

… which MEANT, no-Need to go-to Westwing ~ cos’ Today’s training ‘was’ postponed for-Tomorrow. Paul-Messi rejoiced. He walked in the main foyer to exit-Out to Go Home as it WAS ‘not’ raining…

-O-

OUTSIDE, at the wet stone steps Paul looked-Out at 20+ staff owned cars, stationary at the parking lot. The moving-cars WERE the parents and Uber-ride transporting the students’ home, after their After-school activities…

… he saw Jane-&-her Laydettes BFFs, Chloe-&-Betty getting into an-Uber, with a woman-driver. It got Him-Thinking…

‘… if Jane came FOR this JMS’ Sunday-Fellowship ~ is her SAFFA BOYFRIEND ‘going’ Too…?’

He doesn’t care for other-People’s Personal-Problems… where he WAS celebratory Mood to his-OWN Good-News that he WAS Allowed to go for the-Trials training… as he walked Down the stone-steps…

… and realizing that Francis’ Uber WAS parked, among the stationary-cars. He smiled that he Would-BE going home-Early. He walked on the wet Grounds towards the grey-Nissan Almera… chilling cold wind blew… his nipples went pebble-hard, eventhough he wore a blazer-Uniform…

Francis was on his entertainment-System, watching the Semifinals of the UEFA Championship Cup ~ FC Barcelona vs Liverpool (…the first-Leg played in Spain in the Evening at-Home, which WAS telecasted LIVE Downunder RPL that Afternoon, via the Sports-station) …

Paul got into the cabin, His Uber driver when he saw him, Was-Rapt… and exclaimed…

“Barcelona is leading One-Nil ~ Messi Scored a Beauty in the 23rd-minute…! I’ve bet $100 on them to Win the First-leg, hahaha! George went crazy ~ he bet $500, and is confident that Barca to Win the Championship This-Year!”

Paul realized that it was the UEFA season (… which Paul-Messi WAS-Into… judging by the soccer-magazines in the-Bedroom). Paul decided that he should ‘update’ on the ‘game’ since it WAS important to the-Variant’s Football-Dreams ~ (…that He SHARED) With his-Reincarnated soul HAD possessed the ‘vessel,’ since yesterday…

Francis drove, while Paul was watching the Last-10 minutes of the First-Half… where the game got ‘dirty’ and yellow-cards were given by the Ref, for the-Offenders on both side…

Francis was saying that he’s a family-man, and couldn’t bet MORE like his-bachelor brother George ~ with the rising cost-Of-living, citing food-&-fuel prices hikes… Paul passively listened, as he WAS focused on the-Game playing on the-tablet, beside the glove-compartment…

… the first-Half then ended with (… 4 minutes of Added-Injury Time). Paul Looked-up ~ seeing familiar road, where it WAS the suburbs where he ‘grew-Up’…

… then recalled his Nightmare in His-Nap Yesterday ~ of Jane’s Singsong-Voice ‘luring’ him to Visit-the House-Of-Walker…

-O-

The Nissan arrived in Swettenham Grove ~ Paul realized he Would-BE Home-Alone for a few-Hours, until his-mom ‘got’ home, buying Takeaway Dinner-For-2. The Messi-side inside him, urged to Hurry-Up cos’ the 2nd-Half of the-UEFA had-Started…

In the Living-room, he switched on the big-LED teevee – it WAS a-news Channel ~ Paul jaw Dropped when he SAW a-Familiar face… it WAS Lana-Lane, reporting LIVE…

… remembering the POST-TREETON’s Conspiracy-Theory Podcaster-Variant ~ who WANTED to Expose his-Supe Abilities in on-Camera… where she-&-bionic woman Renee-Osbourne, planned the missile-Attack @TIMEX SQUARE…

In-RPL, the woman WAS Reporting about Christian-Revolution TAKEOVER in-Perth à where the Homeless in the streets, WERE setting-Up tents in Churches’ parking-Lot ground… demanding RIGHT to Enter the Church, with the Rest-Of-the parishioners…

… the police made-A-few arrest in the unruly vagabonds’ Invasion… Paul’s Jaw-Dropped again, sighting Another ‘recognizable’ face à it WAS JIMBO, in-Handcuffs ~ who Was Shouting to the-Camera… calling the-Arresting Police-As ‘pigs,’ and demanding the Rights-for-the Church to-Open its doors to the-Homeless…

Paul remembered a ‘similar’ Incident in POST-TREETON ~ during Holy-Confirmation, where the-hobo Came-To-forewarn his-devil Twin To-NOT FLY on planes, that ‘Would-BE’ a-Disaster if he-did. He then got Into-a Verbal Altercation with Bishop Beltran, who Later Instructed the church-Wardens to THROW the filthy-dressed Jimbo-Out of St. Michaels’ Church…

‘… huh… he-Accurately ‘predicted’ the Jet-plane’s disaster that Killed me-&-the devil ~ ‘how’ did this Crazy-fellow exactly-KNOW…Like-An Episode-Of-the Simpsons’ ‘prediction’…!?’

A voice SHOUTED in his head…

‘OII! A**Hole, switch to the Match, you F***tard!”

Paul ‘obliged’ ~ as he ‘living’ rent-Free IN the-Variant’s-head…

It was the Last-1/2-Hour of the Semi-Finals ~ where the Score was the-Same (… in favor-Of-Barca). The match prolonged ‘ugly,’ with the-Ref issuing yellow-Cards for ‘Un-sportsmanship’ fouls. On the 70th minute it WAS a RED-Card ~ when the English-Right back-player Alexzander-Arnold Was-SENTOFF ‘for’ Hard-tackled the forward, Uruguayan Luis-Suarez…

… a tissue-Box from the coffee-table ‘hit’ the-teevee screen…

… Paul-Messi WAS dropping F-Bombs, cursing at the-teevee visuals-Of-Suarez stretchered-Out for the injuries. In the Last-20 Minutes, the 10-men Liverpool Played-Defensive, continue tackling the Barca’s attacks (… his-Idol ‘was’ a Marked-player) …

… Everything went WELL for a-Barca’s First-leg-Victory à until Liverpool got-A-corner in the dying 89th-Minute ~ Virgil-van Dijk, the center-back took the-Corner… and it Was HEADED-In ~ slotted at the far-Right Net-corner by the-Egyptian dangerman, Mohammad Salah…

… an-Easy Equalizer-goal with the-Barca’s Defensive-Error (… of-Being overconfident) ~ that gave the ‘visitors’ the-Advantage when the 2nd-Leg Was-played in Anfield-stadium, Liverpool, England… 3-days from now, with Home-ground Advantage for the-REDS. Barca Would BE-the Underdog in the Away-leg, if Suarez doesn’t Recover to Match-fitness in-Time…

The raged Paul-Messi Stood-Up kicking the couch ~ immediately, the Host put the-Genie In-the-Bottle. Paul ‘felt’ there Was Too-much pumped adrenaline in his-System TO-BE Home Alone, and decided TO-GO Biking ~ to his old-Neighborhood suburbs…

… to the house, he WAS born…

‘… I MUST-BE Proactive in my-Mission in-RPL…’