He had made it the rest of the day without swearing at his students. Though
his mood hadn't lightened. Was there ever a time when Harry Senate smiled
or showed happiness anyway? He couldn't stop thinking of Ashley. Those
eyes. Those sad eyes. But he soon stopped himself when he was spacing out
in class. He didn't want to seem like a pervert either.
The afternoon had gone by rather quickly and soon the shrieking bell signalled the end of the day. He was heading home for the day when Ronnie stopped him in the hallways, her thin jacket on. She was probably on her way out too.
"Harry, what happened today?" She pressed again. He couldn't understand why people always thought that everything that happened to him seemed to be their business. They would just never quit. It wasn't even a big deal.
"I said nothing," he said geniunely - almost - believing that nothing had happened. Tomorrow was another day. Maybe his students had finally gotten the message. She touched his arm and Harry didn't look at her. About 20 yards behind her, Ashley stood at her locker shoving books into it. He stared past Ronnie at her looking for more 'clues'.
"Harry come on. Nothing is ever 'nothing' with you," she pressed again. He wanted her to go away. So he could catch up to Ashley and try to get her to talk again.
"Harry-"
"I said I don't want to talk about it already!" He snapped at her, his eyes still dark. She seemed shocked for a minute but then took the blunt hint, said a quiet 'Fine' and was on her way.
Holding his briefcase by the hand with his left arm, his jacket clutched in his left he watched her subtley as she finished cramming the books into her locker, and then bent down to take new ones out. She wiped her left cheek with her hand probably brushing an unleashed tear away and looked around the near empty hallways to see if anyone had noticed. Harry had, and she spotted him.
He thought maybe now he would approach her, but she took the opportunity to hastly grab a few books, slam her locker and quickly walk down the hallway to the main doors. She seemed almost scared. Scared to talk. He knew that look on several of his students all too well. Once Ashley was out of sight, he sighed and continued on his own way home. Now was the time to sleep.
Boy did his head throb.
As soon as he awoke he had forgotten his dream. That seemed to always happen. But he knew it didn't involve white sheep prancing through the meadow or anything like that. It was still dark, and he noticed that second. Harry had just passed out on his bed upon arriving home from work and somehow he hoped he would just sleep away the day and night until about 6 A.M. when he would have to wake up to start the day with that lazy class of his. The third thing he noticed and was grateful for, was his headache was gone. He rolled over in his bed to check the alarm clock.
3.52 A.M. Great. Just great. He rolled back onto his back and rubbed his eyes. Could he sleep some more? No, he wasn't tired. He swung the blanket off of his legs and st up, putting his legs over the side of the bed. Oh there it was. The headache was still there, and had come back with an annoying vengence. How his head enjoyed cruelly tricking him.
Harry stood up and shuffled into the washroom, flipping on the lights and then cursing as the light burned his eyes for several minutes. He went to the medicine cabinet, opened it up the door and looked through the pain medication, looking for something that would work fast. He choose three tablets of Advil and popped them into his mouth, downing them with a glass of warm tap water.
Relieving his bladder from the previous 12 hours, Harry made his way out of the washroom and into the living room plopping down on his couch in front of the cheap television.
He was about to turn on the TV but didn't when he couldn't think of one decent show that would be on at 4 in the morning. he ran his hands through his short dark hair, hoping the pain killers would kick in soon. But they didn't and within 20 minutes he was asleep again.
The afternoon had gone by rather quickly and soon the shrieking bell signalled the end of the day. He was heading home for the day when Ronnie stopped him in the hallways, her thin jacket on. She was probably on her way out too.
"Harry, what happened today?" She pressed again. He couldn't understand why people always thought that everything that happened to him seemed to be their business. They would just never quit. It wasn't even a big deal.
"I said nothing," he said geniunely - almost - believing that nothing had happened. Tomorrow was another day. Maybe his students had finally gotten the message. She touched his arm and Harry didn't look at her. About 20 yards behind her, Ashley stood at her locker shoving books into it. He stared past Ronnie at her looking for more 'clues'.
"Harry come on. Nothing is ever 'nothing' with you," she pressed again. He wanted her to go away. So he could catch up to Ashley and try to get her to talk again.
"Harry-"
"I said I don't want to talk about it already!" He snapped at her, his eyes still dark. She seemed shocked for a minute but then took the blunt hint, said a quiet 'Fine' and was on her way.
Holding his briefcase by the hand with his left arm, his jacket clutched in his left he watched her subtley as she finished cramming the books into her locker, and then bent down to take new ones out. She wiped her left cheek with her hand probably brushing an unleashed tear away and looked around the near empty hallways to see if anyone had noticed. Harry had, and she spotted him.
He thought maybe now he would approach her, but she took the opportunity to hastly grab a few books, slam her locker and quickly walk down the hallway to the main doors. She seemed almost scared. Scared to talk. He knew that look on several of his students all too well. Once Ashley was out of sight, he sighed and continued on his own way home. Now was the time to sleep.
Boy did his head throb.
As soon as he awoke he had forgotten his dream. That seemed to always happen. But he knew it didn't involve white sheep prancing through the meadow or anything like that. It was still dark, and he noticed that second. Harry had just passed out on his bed upon arriving home from work and somehow he hoped he would just sleep away the day and night until about 6 A.M. when he would have to wake up to start the day with that lazy class of his. The third thing he noticed and was grateful for, was his headache was gone. He rolled over in his bed to check the alarm clock.
3.52 A.M. Great. Just great. He rolled back onto his back and rubbed his eyes. Could he sleep some more? No, he wasn't tired. He swung the blanket off of his legs and st up, putting his legs over the side of the bed. Oh there it was. The headache was still there, and had come back with an annoying vengence. How his head enjoyed cruelly tricking him.
Harry stood up and shuffled into the washroom, flipping on the lights and then cursing as the light burned his eyes for several minutes. He went to the medicine cabinet, opened it up the door and looked through the pain medication, looking for something that would work fast. He choose three tablets of Advil and popped them into his mouth, downing them with a glass of warm tap water.
Relieving his bladder from the previous 12 hours, Harry made his way out of the washroom and into the living room plopping down on his couch in front of the cheap television.
He was about to turn on the TV but didn't when he couldn't think of one decent show that would be on at 4 in the morning. he ran his hands through his short dark hair, hoping the pain killers would kick in soon. But they didn't and within 20 minutes he was asleep again.