*Shell forgotten
with its memories
Diaries left with cryptic entires..*
He walked into the administration office Friday morning which provoked surprise amongst his co-workers as Ronnie probably had spread the word on his 'condition'.
The office was almost silent as he walked into the teacher's lounge, today not wearing a jacket or a tie. he walked up to the coffee pot to find it half full. A miracle truly. He poured himself a cup and looked to his right to find someone staring at him from the doorway.
It was Agnes, one of the overweight secretaries who didn't have a life of her own so she had to poke into everyone elses.
"Watching something?" Harry snapped in an irritated voice as he finished pouring his coffee. Agnes was alarmed that he had spoken to her, and scurried back to her nice little 'secretary area'.
Harry took a sup of the coffee in his hand and almost spit it out. No wonder there was half a pot left. It was probably 50 times too strong.
He put the cup down near the pot and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. When Ronnie walked in, coat on, a bag over her shoulder.
She stopped near the doorway watching him.
"What are you doing here, Harry-" she began.
"What. I work here," Harry replied in that same semi-sarcastic voie. She walked in a bit more.
"Harry you really shouild be resting; you look horrible.."
"Well I know I have no prize-winning face or anything but-"
"Harry!" Ronnie exclaimed, trying to make him listen to her.
"What!" he exclaimed in response to her raise of voice. He threw his hands out and his left one hit the coffee mug he had put there, and the half cup of coffee tipped and spilled all of its contents all over the counter, soaking the paper napkins to a mocha color, destroying a few mini-sugar packs that sat near the bowl of individual creams.
Harry, however, didn't even notice what he had accidently done.
"Time to go do my life's work.." Harry mumbled and started to leave to go to his classroom. Ronnie didn't object. She just didn't know what to say anymore.
As Harry was about to leave the lounge, Steven poked his head in.
"Harry, can I see you for a moment, please," he asked, yet it didn't sound like a question. Harry, indifferent, left the teacher's lounge and followed Steven into his office. He took a seat in the chair in front of Steven's desk, that he knew all too well. Steven took a seat at his own desk and touched his fingertips together as if thinking of what to say.
"Harry-" he started, but was interuppted.
"Look, if all you're going to do is preach - I know. Okay? I already know."
But Steven continued on as if he hadn't even heard him.
"Do you need any help, Harry?" he asked vaguely, now unsure of his question.
"Why would I need help?" was Harry's reponse question. Steven paused as if he really wanted to say 'You're hella crazy'. But he didn't.
"I don't know.. Do you think everything you're doing is all right?" Good 'ol Steven. The trick question. Harry didn't respond.
"We're just worried about you, that's all," Steven told him in the same quiet voice - a side of Steven he hadn't seen in a long while.
"Well don't bother, okay?" Harry pushed his chair back and stood up. Steven stood up with him.
"Harry-"
He started on his way out, feeling anger again and not exactly knowing why. He still had the headache, but he had gotten used to it by now (somewhat).
Steven sighed from his office. He would give him one more day. One more day he could prove himself in a classroom.
with its memories
Diaries left with cryptic entires..*
He walked into the administration office Friday morning which provoked surprise amongst his co-workers as Ronnie probably had spread the word on his 'condition'.
The office was almost silent as he walked into the teacher's lounge, today not wearing a jacket or a tie. he walked up to the coffee pot to find it half full. A miracle truly. He poured himself a cup and looked to his right to find someone staring at him from the doorway.
It was Agnes, one of the overweight secretaries who didn't have a life of her own so she had to poke into everyone elses.
"Watching something?" Harry snapped in an irritated voice as he finished pouring his coffee. Agnes was alarmed that he had spoken to her, and scurried back to her nice little 'secretary area'.
Harry took a sup of the coffee in his hand and almost spit it out. No wonder there was half a pot left. It was probably 50 times too strong.
He put the cup down near the pot and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. When Ronnie walked in, coat on, a bag over her shoulder.
She stopped near the doorway watching him.
"What are you doing here, Harry-" she began.
"What. I work here," Harry replied in that same semi-sarcastic voie. She walked in a bit more.
"Harry you really shouild be resting; you look horrible.."
"Well I know I have no prize-winning face or anything but-"
"Harry!" Ronnie exclaimed, trying to make him listen to her.
"What!" he exclaimed in response to her raise of voice. He threw his hands out and his left one hit the coffee mug he had put there, and the half cup of coffee tipped and spilled all of its contents all over the counter, soaking the paper napkins to a mocha color, destroying a few mini-sugar packs that sat near the bowl of individual creams.
Harry, however, didn't even notice what he had accidently done.
"Time to go do my life's work.." Harry mumbled and started to leave to go to his classroom. Ronnie didn't object. She just didn't know what to say anymore.
As Harry was about to leave the lounge, Steven poked his head in.
"Harry, can I see you for a moment, please," he asked, yet it didn't sound like a question. Harry, indifferent, left the teacher's lounge and followed Steven into his office. He took a seat in the chair in front of Steven's desk, that he knew all too well. Steven took a seat at his own desk and touched his fingertips together as if thinking of what to say.
"Harry-" he started, but was interuppted.
"Look, if all you're going to do is preach - I know. Okay? I already know."
But Steven continued on as if he hadn't even heard him.
"Do you need any help, Harry?" he asked vaguely, now unsure of his question.
"Why would I need help?" was Harry's reponse question. Steven paused as if he really wanted to say 'You're hella crazy'. But he didn't.
"I don't know.. Do you think everything you're doing is all right?" Good 'ol Steven. The trick question. Harry didn't respond.
"We're just worried about you, that's all," Steven told him in the same quiet voice - a side of Steven he hadn't seen in a long while.
"Well don't bother, okay?" Harry pushed his chair back and stood up. Steven stood up with him.
"Harry-"
He started on his way out, feeling anger again and not exactly knowing why. He still had the headache, but he had gotten used to it by now (somewhat).
Steven sighed from his office. He would give him one more day. One more day he could prove himself in a classroom.