completely sure why I said that.
The substitute teacher leaned up against Mr. Jones desk, crossing her arms. “Please, elaborate.”
“ Just because he’s crazy, yeah, that’s just describing his current mind state really, but has no impact on the actual assignment. In fact, the reason this dude is some kind of nutcase would in fact be detrimental, especially since we are deviating from Mr. Jones initial syllabus. In spite of the impending drivel that we would transcribe and you would inevitable have to grade, switching authors is not going to change our intellectual prowess. So why Rogers?”
“ Intellectual prowess?” Adahy repeated. “I like you.”
Ethan just shook his head.
“ The reason I choose the John Rogers book, awesome tittle notwithstanding, is because he’s here, here in Palm Coast, over at the Books a Million doing autograph signings all week. I met him yesterday, just on accident mind you, met him during a random encounter at the bookstore. We had a nice little conversation and yes, he is quite mad, or rather, eccentric would be the politically correct term.”
“ Rich people are eccentric, poor people are just crazy.” A student three chairs down from me announced. “Crazy and broke.”
“ Clever observation.” Adahy conceded. “But yes, we talked, much longer then I thought I would have allowed. Rogers is very convincing. Very charming. When the Mouth of Madness speaks, sometimes it’s just to say hello, sometimes it’s just to sing you a lullaby, sometimes it’s just to ask directions. But by the time you stop to listen, it’s already too late. You’re dead. He said that to me during our conversation. Out the blue, random and completely off topic. Then he very causally got up and walked away. That’s how our conversation ended. Intriguing man. That is why you are reading his book.”
Adahy was looking at me intently, judging my reaction to her story. “Why are you covered in dried paint?” She asked finally.
The intercom blared to life: “Excuse the intrusion, Mrs. Shoemo…uh..”
“ Is there something I can help you with?” Adahy was obviously annoyed at the interruption.
“ Is Amber Rose in attendance today?” Came the static voice.
“ Of course she is.” Adahy narrowed her eyes in my direction
“ Please have her report to Principle Girard immediately.” The voice declared.
Ethan gave me an uneasy look. All I wanted to do was kiss him.
“ She’s on her way.” Adahy gave a slight head nod towards the door.
I gathered up all my things, shoved them in my book bag and headed towards the door, running my fingers across Ethan’s back as I passed him. Once outside, I headed towards the Principles office. Just up ahead was some random student patrolling the hallways.
“ Hall pass.” He demanded.
I flipped him the middle finger and held it as I kept walking.
“ Oh that’s mature!” He yelled out, but I had already forgotten him by then.
Just static cling…
I wasn’t exactly sure why they wanted me up at the principal’s office; I’d never been there before. Ever. I don’t get in trouble really, that was more Aiden’s thing then mine. Not so much since him and Abigail hooked up, she really straightened him out on a lot of things, got him going down the right path again so to speak, although neither of them were angels.
I entered the Main Office, coming to a halt before a waist high counter top that separated the waiting area and the administration part of the office. It was stuffy in here, like the air hadn’t been cut on yet, sweat visibly running down the side of the Secretary’s face.
“ Principle Girard wanted to see me.” I announced.
The Secretary pointed to a clipboard on the counter. “Just sign in there and take a seat, she’ll be with you shortly.”
I grabbed the pen and signed my life away. “What’s up with the air?” I asked. “It’s hot in here.”
The woman seemed almost distraught at the question. “It’s not
The substitute teacher leaned up against Mr. Jones desk, crossing her arms. “Please, elaborate.”
“ Just because he’s crazy, yeah, that’s just describing his current mind state really, but has no impact on the actual assignment. In fact, the reason this dude is some kind of nutcase would in fact be detrimental, especially since we are deviating from Mr. Jones initial syllabus. In spite of the impending drivel that we would transcribe and you would inevitable have to grade, switching authors is not going to change our intellectual prowess. So why Rogers?”
“ Intellectual prowess?” Adahy repeated. “I like you.”
Ethan just shook his head.
“ The reason I choose the John Rogers book, awesome tittle notwithstanding, is because he’s here, here in Palm Coast, over at the Books a Million doing autograph signings all week. I met him yesterday, just on accident mind you, met him during a random encounter at the bookstore. We had a nice little conversation and yes, he is quite mad, or rather, eccentric would be the politically correct term.”
“ Rich people are eccentric, poor people are just crazy.” A student three chairs down from me announced. “Crazy and broke.”
“ Clever observation.” Adahy conceded. “But yes, we talked, much longer then I thought I would have allowed. Rogers is very convincing. Very charming. When the Mouth of Madness speaks, sometimes it’s just to say hello, sometimes it’s just to sing you a lullaby, sometimes it’s just to ask directions. But by the time you stop to listen, it’s already too late. You’re dead. He said that to me during our conversation. Out the blue, random and completely off topic. Then he very causally got up and walked away. That’s how our conversation ended. Intriguing man. That is why you are reading his book.”
Adahy was looking at me intently, judging my reaction to her story. “Why are you covered in dried paint?” She asked finally.
The intercom blared to life: “Excuse the intrusion, Mrs. Shoemo…uh..”
“ Is there something I can help you with?” Adahy was obviously annoyed at the interruption.
“ Is Amber Rose in attendance today?” Came the static voice.
“ Of course she is.” Adahy narrowed her eyes in my direction
“ Please have her report to Principle Girard immediately.” The voice declared.
Ethan gave me an uneasy look. All I wanted to do was kiss him.
“ She’s on her way.” Adahy gave a slight head nod towards the door.
I gathered up all my things, shoved them in my book bag and headed towards the door, running my fingers across Ethan’s back as I passed him. Once outside, I headed towards the Principles office. Just up ahead was some random student patrolling the hallways.
“ Hall pass.” He demanded.
I flipped him the middle finger and held it as I kept walking.
“ Oh that’s mature!” He yelled out, but I had already forgotten him by then.
Just static cling…
I wasn’t exactly sure why they wanted me up at the principal’s office; I’d never been there before. Ever. I don’t get in trouble really, that was more Aiden’s thing then mine. Not so much since him and Abigail hooked up, she really straightened him out on a lot of things, got him going down the right path again so to speak, although neither of them were angels.
I entered the Main Office, coming to a halt before a waist high counter top that separated the waiting area and the administration part of the office. It was stuffy in here, like the air hadn’t been cut on yet, sweat visibly running down the side of the Secretary’s face.
“ Principle Girard wanted to see me.” I announced.
The Secretary pointed to a clipboard on the counter. “Just sign in there and take a seat, she’ll be with you shortly.”
I grabbed the pen and signed my life away. “What’s up with the air?” I asked. “It’s hot in here.”
The woman seemed almost distraught at the question. “It’s not
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