Well, been a while since I put anything up. This is a new story; I=m
thinking of scrapping AAngel@. I just don=t know where to take the story.
Sorry, guys. But to make up for that, I=ve got a new one for you. Check
it out, and tell me what you think. Till next time, people.
~~*~Wind Sy
Principal M..J. Sarera sauntered into his office, jacket slung over his shoulder, briefcase in hand. He passed by his secretary=s desk without so much as a glance at the slightly plump woman, sat down desk and put his feet up. He placed his case on his desk, and with a practised air, threw his coat onto the coat tree five feet away.
ehmn=. He cleared his throat. His secretary didn=t even look up. AEhem@ He cleared it louder this time; still nothing. AAHEM@ He practically shouted.
His secretary squeaked in surprise and bustled over as fast as her short legs could carry her.
AYes, Mr. Sarera?@ She asked politely.
AAny messages for me?@ He asked, almost bored sounding. There were never any messages. It was just a small ritual that they went through every school-day morning.
Usually, though, Mrs. Sluser came at the first ehmn=.
There was something bothering her, Mr. Sarera surmised. And she=s normally so calm. I wonder what it could be? Ah, I=m probably imagining it.
His intuition proved right, however, when Mrs. Sluser suddenly became delighted with her feet, looking all the world like a chastised child. She refused to meet Mr. Sarera=s eyes.
"What is it, Irene?@ He asked, more than a little afraid of the answer. AIt can=t be that bad, can it?@
AWell ... @ Mrs. Sluser=s hesitation proved that yes, indeed, it could be that bad.
AOut with it.@
AOk, well you know that new law they passed that says Winglies have a right to public education?@
AYes. I was on the No Winglies= campaign.@
AAnd you know how your side lost? And how, since nobody could decide on where to put the Wingly rep, they drew straws for which school? @
AYes ...@ Mr. Sarera had a feeling of where this was going, but didn't like it one bit.
AWell ...@
AWell= WHAT?!@
AThey picked our school@
Mr. Sarera, High school principal and former gym teacher, active member of city council and an all round strong guy, fainted dead away, and landed with a crash as he fell out of his chair and onto the floor.
~~*~Wind Sy
Principal M..J. Sarera sauntered into his office, jacket slung over his shoulder, briefcase in hand. He passed by his secretary=s desk without so much as a glance at the slightly plump woman, sat down desk and put his feet up. He placed his case on his desk, and with a practised air, threw his coat onto the coat tree five feet away.
ehmn=. He cleared his throat. His secretary didn=t even look up. AEhem@ He cleared it louder this time; still nothing. AAHEM@ He practically shouted.
His secretary squeaked in surprise and bustled over as fast as her short legs could carry her.
AYes, Mr. Sarera?@ She asked politely.
AAny messages for me?@ He asked, almost bored sounding. There were never any messages. It was just a small ritual that they went through every school-day morning.
Usually, though, Mrs. Sluser came at the first ehmn=.
There was something bothering her, Mr. Sarera surmised. And she=s normally so calm. I wonder what it could be? Ah, I=m probably imagining it.
His intuition proved right, however, when Mrs. Sluser suddenly became delighted with her feet, looking all the world like a chastised child. She refused to meet Mr. Sarera=s eyes.
"What is it, Irene?@ He asked, more than a little afraid of the answer. AIt can=t be that bad, can it?@
AWell ... @ Mrs. Sluser=s hesitation proved that yes, indeed, it could be that bad.
AOut with it.@
AOk, well you know that new law they passed that says Winglies have a right to public education?@
AYes. I was on the No Winglies= campaign.@
AAnd you know how your side lost? And how, since nobody could decide on where to put the Wingly rep, they drew straws for which school? @
AYes ...@ Mr. Sarera had a feeling of where this was going, but didn't like it one bit.
AWell ...@
AWell= WHAT?!@
AThey picked our school@
Mr. Sarera, High school principal and former gym teacher, active member of city council and an all round strong guy, fainted dead away, and landed with a crash as he fell out of his chair and onto the floor.