Unexpected Friendly Gestures

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     "What do you mean you're quitting?" I yelled, slamming my hands on my desk as I rose from my false black leather spinning chair. Mrs. Rhoda Collier had worked here since before I was given the job as principal here at Oakland Elementary School.

     "I mean, I ain't gonna to put up with those brats another minute!" The kindergarten teacher roared. The kindergarteners that year had been very....um...."disruptive" for lack of a better word that won't get me fired.

     They'd been harder to wrangle ever since the first school year without the preschool program started. The preschool program taught students the protocols of being in a classroom and its rough at first, because they're used to being at home all day playing and what not, but by the time they are in kindergarten, they've learned how to act in class. With budget cuts, and the recent hurricane reconstruction that must be funded to get homes for families and citizens, the preschool program had been terminated.

     "Mrs. Collier, if you would just..."
I was interrupted for the last time.

     "No! I won't put up with the screamin' and the cryin' and oh, the cryin', and oh, the screamin'.....I've had it! I's taught kindergarten for twenty-five years and I never had such an awful class! And I ain't gonna torture myself any longer! Good day!" She screamed. I stood to protest and she flashed me a very vulgar hand gesture and left, slamming my office door behind her big, fat, old ass. That woman could crush a garbage truck with that thing. And she doesn't even need a compactor! I threw myself back into my chair and leaned an elbow on the desk. I rubbed my forehead just above my eyes and sat up from my slouch and slammed on the intercom button. The ear-splitting ring pierced my ears. The beep ceased and Mrs. Wilter, the administrative secretary's voice filled the room.

     "What can I do ya for, Mr. Coleman?" Her southern Louisiana accent softer than that of Mrs. Collier, yet both alien to me. I had moved here from Chicago a while back and had still needed to become acquainted with the accent of which the locals spoke.

     "Get Reinfeld down here. Now!" I grouched. Mr. Reinfeld was the administrator of teacher and student relations. We had to find a replacement. Fast.

     "Right away sir." She quickly replied. I hit the button and the ring returned. After holding my ears again, I ran my hands through my dark hair and a picture, occupying the corner of my desk, unfortunately caught my eye. Laura. My wife, she had the most beautiful eyes. I could see deep into those sapphire beauties and fall deeply under her spell. Deeply in love. Over and over and over again.

     I sat at a lonely table at my Senior Prom, scribbling on my crossword puzzle, because I couldn't figure out what a six letter word was for a cat. Nowadays, I know it's feline, but then, at age eighteen, I hadn't bothered to fetch a thesaurus without the word tense variations. Mom forced me to go to prom that year. Either I went by myself and brought back a girl (fat chance), or I'd have take Mom (fatter chance). I went on my own and planned to sit there, until I could drive over to Rick's and drink the night off. Then I saw her. Dancing away, by herself, under the chandelier of the Vernon Hall. Beautifully defined curves tightly wrapped in jade danced in the eyesight of just about every single dude in the place. I went on to gaze at this beautiful specimen, until she saw me.

     "Damn!" I whispered. I took a deep breath and straightened out my suit, as she made her way over. Out of all the popular good looking guys there, she walked up to me. Her tall thin legs made their way towards my lonely table. My attraction was getting the best of me when I noticed the way her breasts were shown up high in the low neckline of their confines.

     "Wallflower tonight?" She asked, I felt weightless listening to her angelic voice. What was a wallflower? What does it have to do with me? I couldn't speak. I tried to reply to her question, but all I could do was stare. Those sapphires found my nearly complete crossword puzzle. She studied the page and pointed to the empty six-letter spot.