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A work in progress

Title: Chapter 1 - Where Do We Go From Here?
Series: Untitled
Author: Stacey Riley
Rating: K+ for language
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the author. Any resemblance to any real person or event is coincidental.
Notes: This is is a piece of original fictional that I started for NaNoWriMo. I haven't had anyone proof read this so all mistakes are mine. It is written in British English so some spellings maybe different to American English

Chapter 1 - Where Do We Go From Here?

Masses of paper were piled up on the work tables. They had certainly been productive today. Briana Coldstrum smiled to herself. It was joyous to see her students achieve so much. It made her job as a teacher worthwhile, or at least made the crap bareable. She sighed and moved around the table, stretching over to collect a pile of sheets as she went.

"Good Lesson?" asked Charles, a colleague, who was leaning over another table doing the same thing.

"Pretty much. Alex did a lot of work once he got settled. In fact they all did, despite the circumstances."

Charles chuckled. "Bri, you worry too much! This is not the first time management have decided to change their course, in the middle of them studying one."

"Yes. But it's a change that could have been avoided with more forethought and planning..." Briana replied, a little too harshly. She paused before continuing. "Sorry, I'm taking it out on the wrong person."

Charles stopped what he was doing, and put his hands on Briana's shoulders. "Frogmoore has never been noted for thinking ahead." The older man smiled wryly. "Besides you know if management actually engaged their brains, the staff would die from shock..."

"True." Briana smiled briefly before turning serious again. "But damn! It makes me so frustrated... "How can I help them adjust to the change if I don't even know what that change is going to be!"

"They need to get used to change Bri." Charles replied simply.

"But..." Briana took a deep breath to calm herself. "I am not saying wrap them up in cotton wool... I am saying that it could have been made a lot less stressful, for them and for me. It makes it harder for me to do my job and support them.

"You are stressed aren't you?" Charles stated gently.

"You always have a knack of stating the obvious Charlie." replied Briana.

"Why are you so down?"

"The usual reasons I guess..."

"No there's something more to this. I've known you long enough to known when you are tired, pissed off or stressed. This is different. You're not you're bubbly self at the moment... the woman who when she comes in makes everybody smile and lifts their spirits..."

"I think you're confusing me with someone else." remarked Briana dryly.

"I don't think so... lemme see. Smart, cute, funny, yet stubborn woman speeding along in her wheelchair.... Yep it's definitely you.

Briana rolled her eyes and muttered. "Maybe she took a vacation."

"Hmmm maybe. You'll feel better after you've had some lunch." Charles opened the door for Briana as she slowly trudged down the corridor.

Briana picked at her sandwich as she sat with Charles in the staffroom. Charles glanced over to her concerned. "Are you going to eat that, or just stare at it?"

"Hmm...?" Briana stared at him blankly.

"You haven't heard a word I've said, have you?" Charles sighed.

"Oh sorry, did you say something?"

Charles huffed. "Ok spill Briana Coldstrum... Something's got you twisted in knots... What is it?"

Briana blinked. "I'm ok Charlie, just preoccupied with the next lesson."

"You're not fooling anyone, especially not me!" he glared at her.

Briana refused to look him in the eye. "It doesn't matter." she muttered.

"Like hell it doesn't!"

"Just forget it ok..."

"No."

"Please?"

"No!"

Charles glared at her, and Briana sighed in resignation. "It's lots of things... things I have to work through."

"You're still avoiding the question."

“I really don’t want to fight with you.” replied Briana.

“Then answer me.” insisted Charles.

“I don’t want to. It’s nothing.” The two of them spent the remaining time sitting in silence. The only sound in the room was the ticking of the clock, which punctuated the tension between the two friends.

Briana started to slowly move towards the door. Her movement was laboured, caused by the blackening of her mood. She stopped as the door began to creak loudly. Briana and Charles looked at one another. Was this the moment that they had been dreading?

The door swung open and a rotund man stood in the doorway.

“Jacob.” muttered Briana.

“Hello Briana.” replied Jacob. “Who’s the little monkey with you?”

Briana gritted her teeth. “This is Charles Norton, our new network supervisor. He has been looking after everything while you have been away.” She emphasised the last word.

“Ah yes. That was a little unfortunate. Just a little misunderstanding. He smile was one that could not completely hide his insincerity.
Briana’s eyes narrowed. “I’m sure.”

She turned to Charles “Charles, this is Jacob Everage-Albany, Frogmoore’s Senior Network Supervisor and Engineer.

“Hello how do you do?” Charles extended his hand to Jacob. Jacob ignored the gesture.

“Let’s see what a mess you’ve made of things while I have been away, shall we?” sneered Jacob.

Briana and Charles looked at each other with contempt at Jacob’s arrogance. Charles had spent most of his time at Frogmoore rectifying the mess that Jacob had made.

“I’ll see you after class.” called Briana to Charles.

Jacob looked over his shoulder. “I’ll have better things to do then spend my time chit-chatting.

“I wasn’t talking to you.” grumbled Briana under her breath.

###

Briana was moving around her class as they were doing some typing practice. She tensed as she heard some unwelcome, familiar footsteps walking down the corridor towards her.

Several of the class looked up and groaned. Briana looked at them apologetically.

Jacob walked in grinning. “Did you miss me?”

No one answered. They simply glared at him. Another tutor just rolled her eyes as she went and sat down at a computer.

“Well Briana, your little monkey didn’t mess up too much. Although I could have done better…”

“…at making a mess of things.” whispered Melissa, the other tutor to Briana.

Briana giggled.

Jacob blinked. He turned around and headed back towards his office, puffing like a train all the way.

“I think it’s time for tea break.” grinned Melissa “We have a lot to catch up on.”

###

A small group of the teaching staff were sitting together in the staff room.

“So how long has Jacob been back?” Melissa asked.

“Too long.” retorted Briana. “He showed up at lunch.”

“Let’s hope it’s a short visit.”

“Unfortunately not. Apparently he cleared up the little misunderstanding.” Briana rolled her eyes.

“Misunderstanding? Is that what they’re calling it?” replied Melissa incrediously.

“Well it’s what Jacob’s calling it, I don’t know about management.” answered Briana.

Comments

( 2 comments — Leave a comment )
mlewys
Apr. 21st, 2006 10:41 pm (UTC)
#1 - you have distinctive voices. That's good, very good.
#2 - I like how you're allowing them to interact, react badly, etc. That's good.
#3 - Yeah,this needs a read through. :-) But that can come later. I appreciate the warning though!
#4 - On that note, I liked your header. That was well done too.
#5 - Keep going!
staceyuk
Apr. 22nd, 2006 11:06 am (UTC)
Thanks for the comments sweetie.

*grins*
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