This one has more dialogue and stuffz. Thank you so much Serendipity and theatergirl, you guys are like my only readers. :'(
Anyway, I don't own this amazing show. ReAd oN!!
Taylor smiled ever so slightly, letting one side curve up higher than the other, like she'd learned from her mother.
"It's beautiful, you know." She let her voice dip lower in pitch and squeezed Eric's hand. They were standing in the middle of the lawn, staring at the house that was now theirs. In truth, Taylor could care less about the house, she was just glad to have accomplished the next step in her life. But even then, it was a shallow glad, for her emotions had been dulled somewhat now that she was older, that she played her game for so long it blurred with reality. She didn't even notice.
"You do know the entire inside is empty." Eric remarked, turning to look Taylor in the eyes. She nodded, and inwardly surpressed mild annoyance. He loved that phrase.
"Then why don't we go fill it?" Taylor said, making her voice higher and more playful. To put the final touch on her act, she stood on her toes and gave him a light kiss. Getting good at married life, she thought distantly.
They entered through the back door. Eric gave a low whistle. The floor was completely empty, with thin shafts of light shining through the window onto the bare wood floor. He leaned back against the counter and scanned the room. "How are we gonna fill this?" he asked, eyes moving up and down the bare walls.Taylor walked out into the middle of the room and sat down on the floor. She wasn't sure why, but she figured she might as well play it.
She turned her head to her husband and looked up, giving a little smile. What to say, what to say...gotta be sentimental, come on, win him over...
"Eric..." she began softly, counting to three in her head before continuing. "We're...we're going to live here." He came forward and embraced her in a hug, and all the while, inside, she was laughing at the surreality of it all.
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The next day Taylor got up bright and early and took a long time getting ready. It was her first day at her new job. From the beginning of school days, Taylor knew she wanted to be a teacher. She could remember looking up at them and wondering at their power, how she, too, could control futures at the stroke of a felt red pen. She studied teaching and communications in college, re-learned things she already knew, and in no time hooked a job at the local girls-only private school.
She wasn't exactly sure why she chose it. Maybe it was because she wanted to practice her skills until she could go to a real high school. Deep down, Taylor knew that if there were male teachers around, or, even worse, students, she wouldn't be able to control herself. It had gotten that bad; she refused to admit it to herself, but that was just the way she was.
Out of control by obsessing over that very thing.
Taylor entered the class room five minutes before the bell rang that would bring her students in. She sat down slowly at the desk and looked around, imagining the faces that would soon populate the seats. She grew something like excited as she imagined studying each and every one, getting inside their heads.
Suddenly the bell rang, and she watched the students file in. One by one, they took their seats, and her work began.
Taylor stood up and took her place at the lectern. She waited until her rowdy class of sophmore girls was quited down before speaking.
"Hello, girls." she said, making her voice seem warm and inviting. She leaned onto the lectern in a friendly way. "I am your new teacher. My name is Mrs. McGorrill, but that's a really long, hard name. Just call me by my maiden name, Mrs. Hagan. Any questions?"
A girl in the front row raised her hand, a sarcastic look about her face.
"Are you gonna be our teacher for, like, the whole year? What the hell happened to Miss Trisk?" A few titteres littered the classroom, but the girl didn't waver. She sat slumped in her chair, medium length hair pulled back into a messy ponytail, iPod headphones stuck in her ears. She stared right in Taylor's eyes, and that alone was infuriating. Taylor wanted to put her in her place, but she knew she had to win her over. All of them.
She walked over to the desk and put one hand on her hips, putting an amused expression on her face.
She had planned to tell this little brat a million things, but instead, impulsively, she asked, "What is your name?"
The girl leaned forward and put her chin on her hand. "What's it to you?" The class "oohed" at her disrespect.
Inside, Taylor reeled, not expecting this, but on the outside appeared calm as ever. "Miss, take the headphones out of your ears." She waited for the girl to comply. "Now. I don't know what happened to this Miss Trask, but I can assure you..." As inspiration hit her, Taylor glanced out the door to see if anyone happened to be listening, and leaned forward. "I don't exactly give a shit, honey." she said, quietly. The girl leaned back and gave threw Taylor an impressed expression, exhaling sharply.
The students who actually heard erupted into laughter and a few "Oh, my God!"s, and many "What did she say?"s erupted around the room. Taylor turned and walked back to the lectern, feeling the strange girl's stare. She was very satisfied; serves the bitch right to be won over. Knew I could do it.
She turned around once more to face class. Once again she laughed inside.
This is going to be so easy.