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Post by Darcy Marie Stone on Jun 15, 2012 21:49:32 GMT -8
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OUTFIT; DARCY'S OUTFIT
It had been a hectic week, being Spring Fling week and all. It always got a bit more hectic around that time. Always. Every year. But it was basically expected. Or so it would seem. It was Wednesday already. And it was only 10:30 in the morning. Just 10:30. And already 5 students had been sent to her office. Whether it was tardiness, mouthing off to their teacher or pulling some sort of prank in between or during class. She had already had to give one student in-school-suspension and two others Saturday detention. It was sometimes a tough job, being a principal and all. But somebody had to do it. Right? But Darcy did have to admit. She loved her job. And it was something that she was good at. Who would have thought when she was younger, a teenager here, that she would someday wide up the principal. She didn't want to be. All she really knew back then was that she wanted a job where she could help others. Well, maybe in a way, she does help others. In a way. Not the way she had wanted it to be. But still. She did love her job.
Darcy had just gotten back into her office and took a seat at her desk. She opened the top drawer and pulled out some student's portfolio. There were a couple that she had to make notes on. Some good. Others bad. And that's when her phone ring. She picked it up. “Hello?.....Oh, hey Linda.” It was her secretary. Who was she sending in now? She sighed. “Alright. Send 'em in.” And she hung up the phone. Looks like a principal's job was never done. Was it?
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Post by Deleted on Jun 22, 2012 11:37:55 GMT -8
"Take it to your mother, Augusta."
Why? Augusta was only turning in her cheerleading outfit. After Monday night, she had retired. It was just, she had forgotten to turn it in yesterday. The blond hadn't even bothered to dress up after Monday. All she wanted to do was get through the rest of the year quietly. She wanted to go to class, and go home. That was her goal. Because as soon as the year was finished, she wasn't staying here. She would transfer to Lakehurst. She hadn't exactly taken that up with her parents yet, She figured she had time. The year would be over in 2 and a half months. Though, she was ready for it to be done with now.
Obeying the cheer advisor, Augusta took her uniform to her mom's office. When she was told she could go in, she sighed and went in quietly. "I'm just trying to get this turned in. Told me to come here, so..." she shrugged, folding her arms over her stomach. Maybe it was her mom that had told the teacher to tell her that. She still didn't get why. Didn't her mother have other things to do? Like fret over Dalton or give kids detention? Augusta had felt invisible at home for some time now. So she didn't understand why she was even in here. Unless it was about her hair. Had her mother finally noticed? |
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Post by Darcy Marie Stone on Jul 1, 2012 1:52:46 GMT -8
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Did Darcy notice Augusta's hair? Of course she had. When she first had done it and Darcy saw her. But she was not gonna lecture her about it or anything. It was her daughter's hair, and if that was what she had wanted to do, that was perfectly fine with her. Darcy believed that children should be free to express themselves however they want. Just as long as it was legal. Darcy strongly believed in that. It was not that Darcy never noticed. She really did. But she did not want to corner her children. She did not want her children to only end up hating her. She just wanted to give her daughter, her baby girl, some space. The space that she needed. And now, she was afraid that she had given her too much space. Had made her think that maybe her own mother did not care about her. But that was not true. Far from it. And it broke her heart that maybe that was how her daughter felt.
She remembered what it was like back in high school. It was not always that great for her. Especially with the continuous break-ups between her and Peter. With her getting raped. How she had ended up killing the guy her raped her. And then to find out the same guy raped one of her friends. High school was not easy for anyone.
As the door opened, Darcy looked up. Clearing her throat, she stood up and walked infront of her desk, leaning against it. “I didn't want to see you because of that. But I'll take it for you, honey.” She took the paper from Augusta's hands and set it on her desk, before turning back to her daughter. “I know that you're going through a lot of changes this year. And I know that you probably think that I do not care. And I am sorry if that's what you think. All I wanted was to give you some space. I hoped that you would come to me. But maybe we should talk. We need to. I just want you to know, that no matter what, things will get better. Everything will be okay.”
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Post by Deleted on Jul 1, 2012 2:28:51 GMT -8
Changes? Is that what she called them? Having a relationship with a man older than her father? Getting Hepatitis? Having her one chance at being normal snatched from underneath her feet when she found out that her boyfriend had moved on? Were all of those changes? Augusta called them catastrophes. She knew she had screwed up. She had made mistake after mistake. But the whole thing with Ali--he had blamed her. And that was one thing she hadn't messed up on. Had she? She had treated him well, when they were together. It was him that was gone all the time, and when he was in Toronto, he didn't want to spend time with her. Still, she had loved him. Finding out from Summer that she was going to the dance with Ali--that stung. And she just couldn't stop asking herself, what had she done wrong?
She had managed to save face at the slumber party. That cheer that the girls did, it felt good.For once, she got to make him feel the way he made her feel. It was risky, though, and she knew it. She halfway expected to have detention for the rest of the year over her little break-up cheer. "Is this about Monday night?" she asked her mother. Though, she hoped that she didn't expect her to apologize. Augusta wouldn't do it. She might have been a screw-up, but she deserved one chance to get vengeance. And that was what she had done. The hair--that happened right after. Augusta had gotten home, she had looked at herself in the mirror, and she knew that her hair was the one thing Ali likes best about her. Her long, beautiful curly hair. So, she had chopped it all off. She didn't want anything left of her that he loved.
"you crazy bitch!" Ali's last words to her echoed in her mind. Was she crazy? She had felt crazy. When she discovered that she was a masochist, she thought that she must be crazy. When she discovered that she loved the way Dustin touched her, she thought that she must be crazy. She had felt crazy for so long, and then he said it. So maybe it was true. Honestly, she didn't know if she could believe her mother's words. Everything would be all right? No, it wouldn't, not if she was crazy. |
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