(jk it is)
Getting into the final stretch here! This is actually a snippet from Part 2 of my story Lending a Hand to Disobedience, that I am very very slowly still working on.
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She flexed her fingers, yawning, and rested her head on top of the sheet of paper where she was writing lines.
“If you need a break you can ask to stand in the corner, otherwise, head up, young lady.”
She looked at him, pouted a bit, and took a deep breath.
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-M
The oddest things just pop into your head sometimes…
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He was bent over the school desk, regretting his decision and very nervous. His Maths tutor, Miss Jameson, stood behind him, tapping her thigh with the slipper.
“I am deeply disappointed in you Timothy. You’ve not missed an assignment once in all your time here at St. Seb’s. I haven’t any idea why you’ve started now, especially so close to the Leavers Ball, but I intend to make sure it doesn’t happen again.”
Timothy knew why. He’d seen the slipper on the cupboard shelf every day for years and simply knew he must find out what it felt like before he couldn’t. Now, with his shorts pulled taut over his bottom, he wasn’t so sure.
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-M
A brief exchange…that I look back on with equal parts fondness and deep sadness. Because do I? Do I really deserve it if it was so easy to just walk away and ghost me?
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“Why should you be disciplined, Marie?”
“Because it’s good for me. To remind me that I am being looked after.”
“And you deserve it.”
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And then my heart broke. Such is life.
-M