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Post by megan on Aug 8, 2011 15:00:05 GMT -5
The yard of Megan's single story, yellow home was probably the only well kept part of the property. Colorful summer flowers lined the path and driveway, and the lone apple tree was well groomed and blossoming (this would be the first year it was mature enough to produce fruit come autumn). The grass was well trimmed, and even the Misty Turquoise 1970 Chevy Chevelle convertible seemed to fit (how she got the car is a story for another time). A well kept rabbit hutch containing two English Angoras and a Mini Lop was nestled safely against the side of the house.
The inside of the house, however, was far from the same. If fact, it was just about polar opposite of the yard. The sink was piled high with used dishes, clothes (clean and unclean) cluttered everything from the floor to the couch to a bra hanging on the back of a kitchen table chair, and most everything was covered in a fine layer of animal hair. A large, salt water fish tank permanently lit up the living room and the washroom had been claimed by the two dogs (a hairless Chinese Crested and an Airedale Terrier) and Siberian cat Megan kept as pets. The kitchen floor was currently flecked with a few stray feathers as her finches were molting again, and the only pet she didn't have on her property was her beloved Morgan horse who was kept at the stables.
Thankfully, Megan spent more time outdoors than she did inside and she had no intention of inviting any company over. The most most people saw of her house was the nice front yard and whichever pets happened to be milling about outside (they were trained well enough and she had installed a pet door for them all).
At the moment Megan was sitting in a branch of the apple tree (something she'd planted as soon as she'd moved in), a sketchbook in her lap flipped open to a half finished drawing. She would have finished it by now had her eyes not dropped closed, the sun making her sleepy enough to nap. Her car had the top down, the passenger seat occupied by her cat who was also enjoying an afternoon snooze. Her Chinese Crested was curled up on the top porch step; the Airedale had attracted the attention of Old Jack (a stray that had roamed the school grounds long before Megan was hired) and had engaged him in a competitive round of tug of war with a rope toy.
All in all, it was what one would call a perfect day. It was peaceful and warm, inviting people outside rather than forcing them to remain cooped up. So long as Meg didn't accidentally sleep through one of her classes, all would be right with the world. Also on her not to-do list was falling out of the tree and ruining her sketch, but not everything always went as planned. Who knew what surprising were lurking around the bend, ready to catch a sleeping professor off guard.
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Post by The Headmistress on Sept 24, 2011 0:43:50 GMT -5
Today was just a pleasantly warm day. Not the kind where the summer heat was sweltering hot, but just warm. A peaceful breeze picked up every once in a while which aiding in keeping any outside cool. Lillian Palmer was supposed to be in her office doing administrative work. Instead, she was in her home leaning against kitchen counter. Grey eyes watched through the window. The breeze kicked up the leaves on a bush outside. A meow sounded from the floor beside her. The next second a beautiful silver cat was balancing itself having jumped up on the counter. Again it meowed with her intense eyes peering into her own. “Very well, Watchful. Let’s go outside, hm?” Watchful meowed again before jumping down and racing for the door. He had cat door, of course, but the gentleman waited patiently for Lillian to open the door.
Together, the companions walked out of the house and down the porch steps. In her younger days, the headmistress could zip down these things. Now, after reaching the ripe old age of 60, steps were a little harder to accomplish. Off the two walked heading down the lane of staff houses rather than head for the school. By now the both of them were sick of it. With the return of students, the campus was hardly peaceful anymore. The teenagers were running about, joking around, and just being plain stupid half of the time. They were young and sometimes slightly inconsiderate, but Lillian would never tell them to stop. They were still children after all with their entire life ahead of them. Who was she to stop their playful shenanigans?
Professor Blair’s house soon came into view. There wasn’t much separation between each house, but there was just enough to give everyone their privacy. Unlike out in the world, Silas’ property was big enough to prevent having to put each house right on top of the other. The Biology professor didn’t seem to be home, albeit it was during the day when most teacher were in class. Moving along, Lillian was soon coming upon house number three. Megan Zamorski. She was Silas’ art teacher and a rather carefree sort of woman. She was an interesting character as far as Lillian was concerned. In a way, Megan Zamorski was everything Lillian Palmer had not been.
As the older woman approached the house, a district blob began to form in the apple tree of the front yard. It did not take Lillian long to figure out this was actually the teacher lazing around. More than likely, she was drawing some sort of sketch or creating some kind of masterpiece. The idea that Megan was dozing in the tree had not occurred to Lillian who called out to the professor. “Good afternoon, Professor Zamorski. It’s a beautiful day, isn’t it?” There was a pause that rung in the air before the headmistress continued with a devious smile taking over her lips. “I never got to reply to that text of yours from a while back. I must admit I’m not up to date on all these new technologies. As Serinity puts it, texting is one of my weaknesses.”
Picking off a bit of lint on her shirt, the headmistress chuckled. “To set the record straight, I would like to say that I do not do cartwheels in front of anyone. In fact, I believe it’s been over 50 years since I’ve done a cartwheel.” Lillian Palmer smiled sweetly up at Megan. She wasn’t furious, not at all. She was flat out amused. The story behind her reading the text was even funnier. Since Lillian rarely used her cell-phone to make calls let alone text, she had Serinity show her how to open the message. Serinity of course read it first and demanded to know what was going on. Like Lillian had any idea as to what Megan Zamorski was talking about. Rini was begging to text the professor back, but her grandmother refused to let her. So, the question on what the text meant remained unanswered until Lillian talked to Megan the next day. The woman seemed to have a god-awful hangover. Question answered. |
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Post by megan on Sept 24, 2011 12:18:52 GMT -5
The breeze danced across her skin, the sun's rays warming her face. A tree wasn't the most comfortable place to sleep but she seemed to be making it work. The weekend had been exhausting; she'd gone to visit her sisters and together they'd gotten into more good trouble than usual. It had been a while since she'd last been home, so the trip had been exactly what she'd needed. Unfortunately, her energy stores were still recovering and her memory was a little hazy on some of the details. It had been the tenth anniversary of Jessica and Kelly's business ventures; the celebration party had been wild.
Needless to say, recovering from three days worth of fun always took a bit of time and time seemed to not want to be her friend today. The accented voice of the headmistress floated up to where she lay sleeping, jolting her brain slightly and awakening her prematurely. The words were barely registering in her mind as Megan attempted to reenter the real world. She had been having a rather delightful dream and wasn't quite ready to relinquish the realm of sleep. Needless to say, she shifted her position in an attempt to curl up and continue dozing. That didn't work so well when her bed was actually a branch...
The startled cry of the art professor echoed down the quiet lane. Her sketchbook went flying, tumbling to the ground and landing (thankfully) with minimal damage. The same could not be said for Megan who had rolled right off the branch. Limbs flailing, she attempted to catch one of the lower branches with her hands to try and prevent the impact. This slowed her down a bit but all it really managed to do was scrape up her hands and force her to land feet first. Of course, she was still groggy and the sudden rush of adrenaline was doing nothing to help her coordination. Her feet hit the ground first, but she lost her balance easily and landed rather hard on her bottom. For a moment she just sat there, blinking bleary eyed into the sun. Then in registered in her mind that she wasn't exactly alone.
Somewhat horror stricken, Meg turned to stare, wide-eyed at the headmistress. Why was it that she always seemed to make a fool of herself in front of this woman? No matter how hard she tried, it seemed like she could never make a good impression. Maybe it was because she did not deal well with authority, or maybe it was because she had never had a proper female role model in her life and thus did not know how to behave around one. Whatever the issue was, it did nothing to earn her any brownie points. Sometimes she counted it as a blessed miracle that she still had her job.
"Headmistress..." Her tone was wary, the back of one hand rubbing at her eyes while the other checked the damage to her backside. Her body felt achy all over, partly from falling asleep in a tree and partly from falling out of said tree. Regardless, she tried to push forward with the conversation, catching sight of her Chinese Crested approaching to check up on her in the processes. "I'm sorry, what were you saying? I'm afraid I didn't quite catch it." Her smile was sheepish laced with a hint of pain. Hopefully she wouldn't end up getting the third degree.
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