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Memories-Chapter One
"Please, don't call me." Even the memory of her voice, the pain in
that single plea caused him to wince and he saw her walking away
again, her long hair swinging as she disappeared into the foggy night,
and the single silver tear that fell as she turned to look back at
him. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. His hand reached
out and he stroked the empty, undisturbed pillow to his right. "I've
lost every woman I've ever loved." He thought, struggling to get up.
"Daddy are you ready?" His seven-year-old daughter stood at the door.
"Sure Jaynie, just give me a second." He smiled at her reassuringly
and she smiled back, but he could still see traces of worry in the
back of her eyes. "I have to get up." He groaned as he listened to
her clunking footsteps recede down the stairs. He managed to pull
himself out of bed, and stumbling just once or twice over the unpacked
boxes strewn throughout the room, he reached the bathroom. He looked
at himself in the mirror, the large sad eyes, the slightly gaunt face,
"Pull yourself together dude." he whispered to himself. "Pull
yourself together."
The principal sifted through the papers casually, an eyebrow raised as
she scanned over the documents. The heater's hum and the warm
temperature created the perfect sleeping environment, and Adam and
Jayne began to feel themselves pulled into the realms of boredom and
sleep. BAM. The folder was shut with a thud.
"Everything appears to be in order, we'll have Jayne meet with the
guidance councilor and then schedule another appointment for the both
of you later this week. Adam nodded silently. "Darlene, take Miss
Thompson Rove to her . That'll be all. It was a pleasure meeting
you both and I know you'll be very happy in our community." The woman
pumped his hand twice and ushered them out of her office, shutting the
door with a thunderous slam.
Adam shrugged and turned towards his daughter smiling slightly, "Well,
okay Jaynie. I guess this is it. I'll see you this afternoon. I'll be
here at 3:30." He hugged her tightly. "Everything is going to be
okay." He whispered in her ear and then kissing her on the forehead,
walked out and left her with the secretary. She watched him disappear
before following Mrs. Andrews down the corridor.
The hallway was dark and narrow with tiny squares of light issuing
from each great door, but the Guidance office was bright and ful.
It was filled with flowers and pictures, postcards and poster, and
knickknacks of every size and shape. The moment Jayne entered a sweet
scent caught her nose, and a bright, energetic figure flashed before
her eyes. A woman with long brown hair and a gentle smile appeared,
she stuck out her hand, "You must be Jayne. I'm Miss Joan Girardi, but
the kids call me Miss G. Jayne shook her hand and sat down in the seat
shown her. Joan sat down by her, "I know this is weird, but why don't
you tell me something about yourself?"
"Oh Daddy, I love my new school. My teachers are really nice and well, I don't know a lot of people yet but I'm sure that will change." Jaynie looked up from setting the table and smiled bravely at her father.
"I'm sure it will." He returned her smile. "You just got to let the other kids get to know you better."
"I know, that's what Miss G. said too. Oh Daddy, I can't wait till you get to meet her. She's the nicest and strangest lady I've ever met. She has long hair, and wears weird clothes and her office is filled with flowers and knickknacks."
Adam laughed. He was happy his daughter was adapting so quickly. She hadn't been so talkative since...since before it had happened. He rose from the table and grabbed the bowl of spaghetti. "Well," he thought, "at least she'll do most of the talking with the Guidance counselor tomorrow. I never did get along with guidance. "
He looked around the tiny office, cluttered to the brink with ful objects and leaned back uncomfortably in his chair. The guidance counselor hadn't arrived yet, and after having been shown in here by the receptionist, he felt awkward and meddlesome. The room was so personal, so special; he felt like he was in someone's bedroom. He felt his daughter squeeze his hand and he looked down. Her hand, so small in his gave him so much comfort.He looked back up and the glimmer of metal caught his eye. There, on a bookshelf was a piece of art, a statue of sorts made of tangled wires and metal. He rose to get a better look and the door behind him opened. Before he could turn around, a woman with long hair rushed in and began sorting through the different stacks of papers.
"I am so sorry I am so late, but my dog chased one of my neighbor's cats up a tree and I had to help her get it back down. I'm sorry, I must seem so unprofessional" Her hair, her clothes, her movements, they were so familiar. He craned his neck to try to see her face, but it was hidden from him by a curtain of hair. "Ah, there it is." She murmured to herself. "I found it." She turned around, holding a document triumphantly. "Jane..." Her smile faded into shock as he rose slowly to her feet. "Daddy, did you say something?" He looked down at his daughter in amazement. "I'm sorry honey , I, uh, was talking to ..."He pointed to the open mouthed Joan and swallowed. "To her." Joan finally found her voice. "Adam?"
Memories-Chapter One
"Please, don't call me." Even the memory of her voice, the pain in
that single plea caused him to wince and he saw her walking away
again, her long hair swinging as she disappeared into the foggy night,
and the single silver tear that fell as she turned to look back at
him. He opened his eyes and looked up at the ceiling. His hand reached
out and he stroked the empty, undisturbed pillow to his right. "I've
lost every woman I've ever loved." He thought, struggling to get up.
"Daddy are you ready?" His seven-year-old daughter stood at the door.
"Sure Jaynie, just give me a second." He smiled at her reassuringly
and she smiled back, but he could still see traces of worry in the
back of her eyes. "I have to get up." He groaned as he listened to
her clunking footsteps recede down the stairs. He managed to pull
himself out of bed, and stumbling just once or twice over the unpacked
boxes strewn throughout the room, he reached the bathroom. He looked
at himself in the mirror, the large sad eyes, the slightly gaunt face,
"Pull yourself together dude." he whispered to himself. "Pull
yourself together."
The principal sifted through the papers casually, an eyebrow raised as
she scanned over the documents. The heater's hum and the warm
temperature created the perfect sleeping environment, and Adam and
Jayne began to feel themselves pulled into the realms of boredom and
sleep. BAM. The folder was shut with a thud.
"Everything appears to be in order, we'll have Jayne meet with the
guidance councilor and then schedule another appointment for the both
of you later this week. Adam nodded silently. "Darlene, take Miss
Thompson Rove to her . That'll be all. It was a pleasure meeting
you both and I know you'll be very happy in our community." The woman
pumped his hand twice and ushered them out of her office, shutting the
door with a thunderous slam.
Adam shrugged and turned towards his daughter smiling slightly, "Well,
okay Jaynie. I guess this is it. I'll see you this afternoon. I'll be
here at 3:30." He hugged her tightly. "Everything is going to be
okay." He whispered in her ear and then kissing her on the forehead,
walked out and left her with the secretary. She watched him disappear
before following Mrs. Andrews down the corridor.
The hallway was dark and narrow with tiny squares of light issuing
from each great door, but the Guidance office was bright and ful.
It was filled with flowers and pictures, postcards and poster, and
knickknacks of every size and shape. The moment Jayne entered a sweet
scent caught her nose, and a bright, energetic figure flashed before
her eyes. A woman with long brown hair and a gentle smile appeared,
she stuck out her hand, "You must be Jayne. I'm Miss Joan Girardi, but
the kids call me Miss G. Jayne shook her hand and sat down in the seat
shown her. Joan sat down by her, "I know this is weird, but why don't
you tell me something about yourself?"
"Oh Daddy, I love my new school. My teachers are really nice and well, I don't know a lot of people yet but I'm sure that will change." Jaynie looked up from setting the table and smiled bravely at her father.
"I'm sure it will." He returned her smile. "You just got to let the other kids get to know you better."
"I know, that's what Miss G. said too. Oh Daddy, I can't wait till you get to meet her. She's the nicest and strangest lady I've ever met. She has long hair, and wears weird clothes and her office is filled with flowers and knickknacks."
Adam laughed. He was happy his daughter was adapting so quickly. She hadn't been so talkative since...since before it had happened. He rose from the table and grabbed the bowl of spaghetti. "Well," he thought, "at least she'll do most of the talking with the Guidance counselor tomorrow. I never did get along with guidance. "
He looked around the tiny office, cluttered to the brink with ful objects and leaned back uncomfortably in his chair. The guidance counselor hadn't arrived yet, and after having been shown in here by the receptionist, he felt awkward and meddlesome. The room was so personal, so special; he felt like he was in someone's bedroom. He felt his daughter squeeze his hand and he looked down. Her hand, so small in his gave him so much comfort.He looked back up and the glimmer of metal caught his eye. There, on a bookshelf was a piece of art, a statue of sorts made of tangled wires and metal. He rose to get a better look and the door behind him opened. Before he could turn around, a woman with long hair rushed in and began sorting through the different stacks of papers.
"I am so sorry I am so late, but my dog chased one of my neighbor's cats up a tree and I had to help her get it back down. I'm sorry, I must seem so unprofessional" Her hair, her clothes, her movements, they were so familiar. He craned his neck to try to see her face, but it was hidden from him by a curtain of hair. "Ah, there it is." She murmured to herself. "I found it." She turned around, holding a document triumphantly. "Jane..." Her smile faded into shock as he rose slowly to her feet. "Daddy, did you say something?" He looked down at his daughter in amazement. "I'm sorry honey , I, uh, was talking to ..."He pointed to the open mouthed Joan and swallowed. "To her." Joan finally found her voice. "Adam?"