Subsitute

Substitute Chapter 1

Chapter 1

Thunderstorms usually aren't that dangerous but usually people have a fear of them for the noises they make or the crackling lightning. There's something about that loud rumble or the crackling of the lightnings trail that makes you afraid. Or maybe the flashing electricity that crashes down onto the ground that cause the haunting noises. But for Franklin O'Neil it was the waiting.

You see, counting the number of seconds between the lightning to strike and for thunder to make it's bellow can tell you how far away the lightning strike was. Franklin just hated waiting. Even going on this car trip he hated. It was as simple as waiting for food at a restaurant. Franklin glanced off the road and looked at his watch and shook his head. He usually has a cigarette now but since there was the storm he can't see a damned thing while driving past abandoned farm yards. He was heading to an acquaintance's house to discuss a job offering. Franklin didn't need a job since he came from old money, but felt he needed it to keep sane. Or at least that's what his friend felt. Her name was Hannah Jules. She was a hispanic woman with long curly hair and curvy hips. She worked as a Spanish teacher. One thing they didn't have in common was talking. Conversation wasn't his best subject. He didn't know what most people talked about but he would usually discuss the heliocentrism of the Earth, others would talk about 'that hot chick that just walked by'.

Although he didn't know what the job interview was for, he dressed pleasant. He thought asking what the job was for was unnecessary since he would get any job he was given an opportunity to be interviewed. But driving through the storm reminded him that he'll be soaked by the time he can run inside the person's house. Franklin read his hand.

Quinton Line

Quinton Line was his employer the name was written on his hand because he wasn't good with names and Hannah had written it down for him on his hand the night before. So it's a man. Franklin didn't look like he was very uh- manly. He was lean with black curly hair. His skin tone was brown and had what some would say hipster glasses. For the meeting or well now he'll just call it an interview he wore a pant coat with the coat buttons unbuttoned. He felt the fabric of his undershirt against his skin. He loved to dress in suits. Buying online and out in malls was one of them. Suits were his favorite because of the properties that matched his personality.

Anyway he was getting distracted. He never focussed on driving and it was a terrible habit. Also a terrible habit was his smoking but he also preoccupied himself by putting cancer in him. He got stressed often and didn't seem to know why. If he had a therapist maybe he could figure it out but he was smarter than most of therapist so he was his own. But his obliviousness to how normal people stress was his undoing because he didn't know what normal people stress about. Actually that was one of the reasons why he wanted to be interviewed for the job other than to preoccupy himself. When he asked Hannah what stresses her out, she said it was her job that stressed her out. Franklin thought if he got a job that would be something to blame the stress on and another excuse for smoking. As he was thinking about this and driving, he got a text.

From: Hannah

Change of plans. You need to meet this person at the school. Sorry about that. P.S dress NICE!

Great. He was almost to the employer's house but now had to go to the school. He understood what the job was now. It was a job at the school. Judging from the text she was thinking that is was going to be casual but realized it was a serious interview so the job must be for a real teacher. A teacher was obvious since the place was the school. They would take Hannah's word about Franklin for the job because she has worked there for awhile now. Franklin did things like this. Knowing how people basic functions work. He knew how they function but just didn't understand why they obsess over small things and let those things give them stress. But Franklin was not one to judge because he felt that he stressed over small things usually but to some select people that he shares his stress with would think that his stress is unnecessary.