A/N : A really short, nearly pointless chapter… but not quite. It was fun
to write.Promice more, longer chapters to come. Been really busy/stressful
lately.
Disclaimer; Do I own Andrew, or Ms. Happy? I'd like to tell you…but that's for you to decide. If you say I don't, then I don't. If you say I do, well then, I haven't done good enough writing.
Ms. Happy? Kat mused almost laughing. What is this? The woman looked up from large, bulky monitor to Kat and Bianca. After a few seconds of blinking, she suddenly snapped to life, dug in a desk drawer, and slapped two softbound, notebook-sized books in front of them.
"The Choices Book and Rules and Discipline for Carter High School Students." Bianca read the titles aloud.
"Katarina, you won't need the first book, since it says here," Ms. Happy looked down over her granny-glasses at a paper of information sent from Padua. "that you are a senior. And you won't need to take any more new classes. Hopefully. Bianca, learn to love this book. It will guide you through your high school career." Ms. Happy droned, as if knowing that a flimsy book of classes to take could possibly "guide you through your high school career." But Kat did appreciate the disrespect in her voice. It meant that this counselor might actually have a clue.
Ms. Happy stood up from her spinning computer chair. She meandered around the office for a second, collecting her thoughts before she turned to the girls, smiling ever so fake and knowing it. She stood in front of a large window that looked out to the bus lanes where students lazily hunched under backpacks snailed to school. "I'm sure you won't find Carter any different than your old school." A student with a blue Mohawk suddenly ran up to the glass, put his mouth on it, breathed hot fog onto it, and wrote the ever- intelligent "hi" in the vapor before it evaporated. He ran off laughing as Ms. Happy turn around, but gave the student the middle finger. "Same drugged up idiots everywhere."
Kat smiled and leaned to Bianca and whispered "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
Ms. Happy, overhearing, responded with "Not anymore your not. Scoot!"
Bianca was more than happy to comply. She had always hated being called to the office, now more so than ever. Kat let her exit first, then had to share the doorway and squeeze by another student as he entered the office, becoming the next victim of Ms. Happy's torture. Kat smiled as she lingered in the doorway looking at the boy's back. He had shoulder-length curly black-brown hair. He was built and about 6 feet tall. As Kat closed the door behind her, she heard Ms. Happy begin the session with "So, Andrew, we're making our visits a weekly ritual, are we now?"
Sounds a bit like me… Kat off-handedly thought as she stared down a freshman that was in her way. She checked her schedule once more, and then headed off to first period English Literature with Mr. Moore.
Disclaimer; Do I own Andrew, or Ms. Happy? I'd like to tell you…but that's for you to decide. If you say I don't, then I don't. If you say I do, well then, I haven't done good enough writing.
Ms. Happy? Kat mused almost laughing. What is this? The woman looked up from large, bulky monitor to Kat and Bianca. After a few seconds of blinking, she suddenly snapped to life, dug in a desk drawer, and slapped two softbound, notebook-sized books in front of them.
"The Choices Book and Rules and Discipline for Carter High School Students." Bianca read the titles aloud.
"Katarina, you won't need the first book, since it says here," Ms. Happy looked down over her granny-glasses at a paper of information sent from Padua. "that you are a senior. And you won't need to take any more new classes. Hopefully. Bianca, learn to love this book. It will guide you through your high school career." Ms. Happy droned, as if knowing that a flimsy book of classes to take could possibly "guide you through your high school career." But Kat did appreciate the disrespect in her voice. It meant that this counselor might actually have a clue.
Ms. Happy stood up from her spinning computer chair. She meandered around the office for a second, collecting her thoughts before she turned to the girls, smiling ever so fake and knowing it. She stood in front of a large window that looked out to the bus lanes where students lazily hunched under backpacks snailed to school. "I'm sure you won't find Carter any different than your old school." A student with a blue Mohawk suddenly ran up to the glass, put his mouth on it, breathed hot fog onto it, and wrote the ever- intelligent "hi" in the vapor before it evaporated. He ran off laughing as Ms. Happy turn around, but gave the student the middle finger. "Same drugged up idiots everywhere."
Kat smiled and leaned to Bianca and whispered "Toto, I don't think we're in Kansas anymore."
Ms. Happy, overhearing, responded with "Not anymore your not. Scoot!"
Bianca was more than happy to comply. She had always hated being called to the office, now more so than ever. Kat let her exit first, then had to share the doorway and squeeze by another student as he entered the office, becoming the next victim of Ms. Happy's torture. Kat smiled as she lingered in the doorway looking at the boy's back. He had shoulder-length curly black-brown hair. He was built and about 6 feet tall. As Kat closed the door behind her, she heard Ms. Happy begin the session with "So, Andrew, we're making our visits a weekly ritual, are we now?"
Sounds a bit like me… Kat off-handedly thought as she stared down a freshman that was in her way. She checked her schedule once more, and then headed off to first period English Literature with Mr. Moore.