God, wars were exciting. And the
office had never been more on edge— or more lively. Secretaries tromped past
each other with fierce bravado and, save for the sound of their thick heels on
the carpet or the occasional climper of a keyboard, the office was dead silent.
High noon was about to start, and Johan and Delilah had just closed the doubled
doors behind them with visible apprehension— polite people who never wanted to
cause too much trouble. Gentry knew the type, smiling when he saw Zach saunter in
behind them. He was dressed down, and a visible anxiety straining his features.
What did he expect? That’s what happened when you resisted an officer.
Of course, Nasty wouldn’t have
called the police if Zach hadn’t argued with the attendance lady. And the
attendance lady wouldn’t have argued about the Delinquency (or two) she stamped
on Zach’s permanent record if he would’ve checked into the office after that
test. None of this would have happened if Zach would have stopped by the office
before going to class. But no, Zach fucked up the natural order. Gentry perched
his head on one hand. Delinquent.
Although it wasn’t his job, Gentry sat at the front desk. He
almost always fooled people into thinking he was the secretary, because those
kinds of things were easy with a grim expression and a firm voice. The real
secretary was off on her lunch break, but parents didn’t know and at the
moment, neither did the office.
“Can you be helped?” Gentry asked the man who approached the bar. This was probably Mr. Johan Tyler. But you were not supposed to use peoples’ names when addressing them; only students did that. Adults used “you” a lot, and if they didn’t it was because you were probably in trouble.
“We have an appointment with Grau Harolds, the Principal?”
“He’s busy. Please take a seat by the door.”
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Thanks for the comment! And the new update! No worries about relating to my blog or not - clearly I haven't updated in like 4 months, so right now either EVERYTHING relates or NOTHING does. And I don't delete comments unless they're offensive or spammy. :)
I'm intrigued about the history behind that form now, thanks. ;P Will that be uncovered at any point, or is it a private thing? (Like, does it relate to the story, or is it your own bit of background?)
I've posted the first couple of chapters of my first m/m novel to Book Country (bookcountry.com). It's a mostly-amateur writing community that has been set up by but is a completely separate division from Penguin (the publisher). So, you probably won't be able to link directly to my book (though I'm flattered that you would want to!), but if you wanted to check it out sometime, it's called "Strain" and my pen name is Nicki Hill. You'll have to become a member in order to read past the first, like, 5,000 words or something, but it's free, and the bonus is that as a member, you could write a review or leave a comment on it if you wanted to. AND you could publish your own stuff on there, too, if you wanted.
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