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Untitled Story Chapter 2 I sat on the floor, fishing through my bottom left drawer for this childs folder of past examinations. He sat next to me, dwarfed in my big black leather chair, swinging his feet, which where no where near touching the ground. He sat with his arms outstretched, his palms placed on the arms of the chair, looking to his left at the wall. I followed his gaze over and my eyes landed on the magic eye 3-d calendar I had tacked to the wall right beside my 'An organized desk is the sign of a sick mind.' plaque. He involuntarily pushed his delicate wire framed eye glasses up higher on his nose with his right index finger and then shifted his gaze to other various places in the room. "Sure you don't want one?" I asked him, gesturing to my crystal bowl on my desk filled with a variety of candy. "No, thank you." he quietly replied. Smiling to myself and shaking my head as I lowered it, I realized that this child was probably one of the cutest kids I had ever laid my eyes on. With his eyebrow length straight hair parted right in the middle (that was either dark blonde or light brown, depending which way the light shown on his head), his baby blue eyes, and his little button nose that was perhaps enhanced by the silver spectacles that rested upon it accentuated with the much too sophisticated wardrobe he wore to school almost everyday (for instance, that day he was neatly dressed in a blue light weight denim button up shirt, creased khakis, and brown loafer type shoes), it was enough to make any grandma type want to pinch his rosy cheeks. And with his quiet disposition and precision manners, you catch yourself wanting to forget that this child is only the age of six. I let out a frustrated sigh as my search for the papers came up unsuccessful, so I hoisted myself off the floor and walked to my filing cabinet, along the back wall of my classroom, right behind my desk. I began shuffling through the various folders for the one in particular I was looking for, when my mind began to wonder a bit...... Like many other things about this child I've heard his previous instructors gossip about, his parent's were no exception. Since the Sunnydale school system was fairly small, two classes per grade and about 20 kids per class, everybody knows just about everybody elses business. And the fact that it's a private institution doesn't help. With the yearly tuition being around, at my last check, $1,500, most of our kids come from the upscale suburban communities. We even have a tutoring program, used mainly by the local child actors who can't substain to the schedule and attendance requirements for public schools. Some kids have recognizable last names, no doubt from the 'fame' of a parent or other family member, and some kids are just from a economically fruitful family. So, when any news breaks about maybe a large business deal concocted by a students parents business, or this certain tutored child getting this movie or television role, the faculty will talk. And of course if your father is a Backstreet Boy..... well, they'll talk about you, too. From what I could figure out by myself, Matthew Christopher, or Chris as he is more commonly called, lives with his father. His mother, now enjoying the success of the world of daytime drama soap operas, lives in Los Angeles. From what I had overheard before, they have what was presumably called by the other teachers 'joint-custody'-he lives with his father on a normal basis, with school and everything, but during breaks and summer vacation, he's a west coaster with his mother. I've heard much more than I ever wished to hear about the divorce.... too many variations of the same story. One day the story of the end of the marriage will be a bitter and harsh one, the next day it will be nice and civilized. I, for one, in the first place, didn't care to know about this childs parents personal business, and secondly, didn't think it was right at all for a bunch of 40 something divorcees themselves chat up and gossip about a topic as touchy as this. So I tried to take everything that came my way, when it was discovered by the fellow faculty I would have the privilege to have this child on my attendance sheet, with a large grain of salt. My mind stopped wandering when I heard a charming, calm voice from behind me give a warm greeting of "Hey, buddy!"Next: Chapter 3 |