Good day to everyone out there. This is chapter 2 of 'the Ruthless Mind' as
written by Sketty 24 and Sych77 and now it is my, Sych's, chance to shine.
Sorry about the delay but I have been trying to sort through the multitude
of emails I have received from FF.net and, well, here I am finally! Yay for
me!
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Chapter 2
Storm meandered to her class, contemplating skiving off as some of her less responsible students would do. She paused with a hand on the doorknob, listening to the bustle of voices within. They chattered merrily, delighted by the promises of autumn, while she struggled to maintain some control.
She had known Jean well, had been close to her for many years. Scott and Logan may have loved her as a Prince Charming loves his princess, or even as a man loves a siren, but she would always love Jean as a sister. The bubbly smile, the warming laugh and her untarnished cheer that made Jean Jean should never be forgotten.
And every time that Storm walked down past that memorial she remembered Jean's bubbly smile, her warming laugh and her untarnished cheer. Something's would never be forgotten.
She took a deep breath and turned the door knob. It swung open to reveal the talkative bunch that she was to educate for the next hour. They looked at her guiltily, caught in the act of gossiping. Storm smiled softly at their expressions and closed the door gently behind her.
"Now, I think a lesson is in order," she said, making her way up to the front of the class. She pulled out a hefty volume and let it fall to the desk with a satisfying 'bam'. "Please open your books; today you will not only learn about biology but also get some dictation practise."
The class groaned audibly. Storm grinned at their reluctance. The lesson wore on as is the case for most lessons; some students managing to fall into a stupor, some wildly excited about the topic and others mildly interested but prone to day-dreaming.
She stood to draw a diagram on the board as a demonstration when the board seemed to swim away from her fingers. She frowned at it, confused, and swiped at it again. Her fingers came into contact with the smooth surface.
"Uh, okay," she muttered. "That was unusual."
Storm had almost finished the drawing when dark clouds encroached on her vision. Before her eyes objects seemed to melt into the shadows. Her head felt incredibly heavy and it was all she could do to stop it from lolling on her neck. Worried, she turned to face the students. Her movements seemed slow, incredibly slow.
They stared back at her with eager, uncomprehending faces. The anticipating grins of some faltered as her legs gave way and she felt herself begin to fall. She didn't notice anything except for the sound in her ears, the curious rustling of feathers.
When her head should've hit the concrete she was somewhere else. She couldn't see properly for a golden light was in her eyes. Thousands of white, red and gold feathers fell from unfathomable heights to become pile on the floor. They brushed her legs, her arms and enticed her to lie down and sleep.
But Storm had no desire for sleep. She could sense someone there; someone watching her. She trailed the golden light to its source, finding there someone who radiated dazzling light. The figure was obscured by the light and al she caught were glimpses of a benevolent smile, a dainty hand and a delicate leg.
"Who are you?" she asked in awe.
The creature merely glittered and dazzled for a few seconds before the image rippled into nothingness. Storm found herself staring into the concerned face of Scott.
"Are you aright?"
"Uh," Storm allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, "Yeah, I think I'm okay. I'll just take the rest of this lesson off though and...'
"Will you be okay to teach for the rest of the day? Because I can cover your classes, if you want."
"Oh, that's sweet but I'm fine Scott, really." She smiled sweetly at him. "Just can't be eating and drinking enough."
He nodded hesitantly, watching her through those inscrutable tinted glasses. Storm backed away from him, her voice a hive of activity. She ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. The deep blue of her bedspread beckoned for her to lie on it. So she did.
And she tried to settle her thoughts. Honestly, she was thinking enough for two people here! No wonder she fainted!
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Fine au chapter PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"Sych"~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ~~~~~~~
Chapter 2
Storm meandered to her class, contemplating skiving off as some of her less responsible students would do. She paused with a hand on the doorknob, listening to the bustle of voices within. They chattered merrily, delighted by the promises of autumn, while she struggled to maintain some control.
She had known Jean well, had been close to her for many years. Scott and Logan may have loved her as a Prince Charming loves his princess, or even as a man loves a siren, but she would always love Jean as a sister. The bubbly smile, the warming laugh and her untarnished cheer that made Jean Jean should never be forgotten.
And every time that Storm walked down past that memorial she remembered Jean's bubbly smile, her warming laugh and her untarnished cheer. Something's would never be forgotten.
She took a deep breath and turned the door knob. It swung open to reveal the talkative bunch that she was to educate for the next hour. They looked at her guiltily, caught in the act of gossiping. Storm smiled softly at their expressions and closed the door gently behind her.
"Now, I think a lesson is in order," she said, making her way up to the front of the class. She pulled out a hefty volume and let it fall to the desk with a satisfying 'bam'. "Please open your books; today you will not only learn about biology but also get some dictation practise."
The class groaned audibly. Storm grinned at their reluctance. The lesson wore on as is the case for most lessons; some students managing to fall into a stupor, some wildly excited about the topic and others mildly interested but prone to day-dreaming.
She stood to draw a diagram on the board as a demonstration when the board seemed to swim away from her fingers. She frowned at it, confused, and swiped at it again. Her fingers came into contact with the smooth surface.
"Uh, okay," she muttered. "That was unusual."
Storm had almost finished the drawing when dark clouds encroached on her vision. Before her eyes objects seemed to melt into the shadows. Her head felt incredibly heavy and it was all she could do to stop it from lolling on her neck. Worried, she turned to face the students. Her movements seemed slow, incredibly slow.
They stared back at her with eager, uncomprehending faces. The anticipating grins of some faltered as her legs gave way and she felt herself begin to fall. She didn't notice anything except for the sound in her ears, the curious rustling of feathers.
When her head should've hit the concrete she was somewhere else. She couldn't see properly for a golden light was in her eyes. Thousands of white, red and gold feathers fell from unfathomable heights to become pile on the floor. They brushed her legs, her arms and enticed her to lie down and sleep.
But Storm had no desire for sleep. She could sense someone there; someone watching her. She trailed the golden light to its source, finding there someone who radiated dazzling light. The figure was obscured by the light and al she caught were glimpses of a benevolent smile, a dainty hand and a delicate leg.
"Who are you?" she asked in awe.
The creature merely glittered and dazzled for a few seconds before the image rippled into nothingness. Storm found herself staring into the concerned face of Scott.
"Are you aright?"
"Uh," Storm allowed herself to be pulled to her feet, "Yeah, I think I'm okay. I'll just take the rest of this lesson off though and...'
"Will you be okay to teach for the rest of the day? Because I can cover your classes, if you want."
"Oh, that's sweet but I'm fine Scott, really." She smiled sweetly at him. "Just can't be eating and drinking enough."
He nodded hesitantly, watching her through those inscrutable tinted glasses. Storm backed away from him, her voice a hive of activity. She ran up the stairs and into her bedroom. The deep blue of her bedspread beckoned for her to lie on it. So she did.
And she tried to settle her thoughts. Honestly, she was thinking enough for two people here! No wonder she fainted!
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Fine au chapter PLEASE READ AND REVIEW!!!