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Capricorn in Aquarius - Part Two
The big-muscled blonde brute who pulled Carrie off the table and into the nearest seat was a new girls' gym teacher - Judy something-or-other, can't remember her last name. She lasted less than one day. Carrie kept crying because she had wrenched her neck when she got pulled out an unexpected sleep. But she was one of the kids who had a parent (or was it an uncle?) who she went to about the incident, The story swept the halls, and by the final dismissal bell, the teacher was still in the principal's office getting her walking papers. All the door were closed, but as I walked by it on my way to the Disciplinary Room, I could hear the tones, if not the words, delivered.
I paused at the door, sighed, then turned the knob and walked in. My homeroom teacher was sitting at the sign-in desk. She glared at me as She turned the open attendance book to me and handed me her pen. I signed in without a word and slumped into the nearest seat. I just DARED her to give me another slip for another two weeks - I had enough in my purse to wallpaper my bedroom closet. I ignored her for the rest of the time and just stared out the window until it was time to go.
(To Be Continued.)
The big-muscled blonde brute who pulled Carrie off the table and into the nearest seat was a new girls' gym teacher - Judy something-or-other, can't remember her last name. She lasted less than one day. Carrie kept crying because she had wrenched her neck when she got pulled out an unexpected sleep. But she was one of the kids who had a parent (or was it an uncle?) who she went to about the incident, The story swept the halls, and by the final dismissal bell, the teacher was still in the principal's office getting her walking papers. All the door were closed, but as I walked by it on my way to the Disciplinary Room, I could hear the tones, if not the words, delivered.
I paused at the door, sighed, then turned the knob and walked in. My homeroom teacher was sitting at the sign-in desk. She glared at me as She turned the open attendance book to me and handed me her pen. I signed in without a word and slumped into the nearest seat. I just DARED her to give me another slip for another two weeks - I had enough in my purse to wallpaper my bedroom closet. I ignored her for the rest of the time and just stared out the window until it was time to go.
(To Be Continued.)
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