Kissing In A Tree 4.2
Gilgamesh is clexrific... Blana is so Ishtar, ruining everything 'cause she's jealous of their pure love!
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METROPOLIS
Gabe Sullivan nervously entered the Primrose Grade School building, craning his neck to figure out what had happened to his blond bombshell this time.
He walked down to the office, where a kindly woman seated him for Mr. Rodgers, the principal. The chair was uncomfortable. He searched about for a magazine, but the office was free of such welcome distractions.
“Mr. Rodgers is ready to see you now.”
Gabe patiently rose and walked into what had become a familiar office.
“Mr. Sullivan. Have a seat.” The mustached man said promptly but didn’t look up.
Chloe sat in the other chair, looking all for the world an innocent angel.
Or at least a girl that wouldn’t obviously clocking so much time in a principal’s office.
“Here.”
The article his dear daughter wrote for the school newsletter was put before him.
Chloe smiled innocently enough. But Gabe knew that she had not been naive, not now, and probably not ever. She was just as sharp as many adults he had to deal with in the course of the day. And he realized that. But she had gotten that sharp wit from her mother. Gabe was just too gentle.
It was an article on the School’s popular fashions. How bad could it be?
Cheerleaders Show Growing Pains
By Chloe Sullivan
Turkeys aren’t the only ones getting stuffed nowadays. This reporter has gone on a desperate mission to find the truth about some very mysterious fast growths in their chest cavities. The miracle growth that no other girls in the fourth grade have gone through yet, this rising has only happened to those on the Primrose Pep squad. Girls that were once as flat as ironing boards have almost overnight sprouted virtual pillow cushioning. This reporter went on an undercover secret mission to find out the strange cause of this strange development. Under the harsh conditions of wearing really ugly clothing and having to do idiotic cheers to boys who couldn’t score a goal and kept knocking over each other, certain signs became apparent. It wasn’t until we went to the dressing room when the true shocker became apparent. The girls grabbed mounds and mounds of toilet paper from under their shirts in a truly hideous ritual. Dana Quigley, captain of the head of the cheerleading squad, turned out to have the most wrapping of all. When asked for a comment, she tossed her hair and said, “Shut it! You don’t want to be left behind, do you?” Coach Amy Marson was apparent during the revealing. This reporter tried to reach her for comment, but was made to do laps around the track as punishment. The response should be obvious. All the girls of the school should now put this latest fashion into their closets, and beat the trend by figuring out what next they ought to stuff. This reporter bets odds on that it just may be their heads.
By the time Gabe had finished, he was laughing loudly.
“This is no laughing matter!” Mr. Rodgers scowled.
But it was really too funny to believed. To think nowadays that girls that young would be pursuing such actions was beyond his imagination.
“I don’t see what’s so harmful about the article.”
“This will make Primrose a laughing stock! I won’t have it.”
“The cat’s out of the bag, Mr. Rodgers. Now the people know the truth!” Chloe said boldly, but slumped a bit when Mr. Rodgers glared at her.
“Chloe honey, you’re not helping your case.” Gabe warned her.
“This is most unacceptable.”
“Why didn’t the newspaper teacher edit it?” Gabe asked.
“Because she was laughing too hard!” Chloe rushed to explain.
“Mrs. Dent is on a suspension from this school.”
Gabe swallowed, this was serious business to the man, even if it wasn’t to him. He feared that his daughter had finally crossed the line.
“Ms. Sullivan will no longer be allowed to write articles for the tenure of her time at this school.”
Chloe gaped.
“Don’t give me that look. You’ve had plenty of warnings that this behavior would not be tolerated.” The moustache twitched in annoyance.
“But I worked so hard. I had to listen to that dumb chatter and get them to believe me acting dumb too!”
Gabe tapped his chair in indecision.
“It still isn’t proper material.”
“But it’s the truth!”
Gabe regretted letting her watch the X-Files now more than ever.
The glaze started in her eyes, and he knew she was holding back tears.
“That doesn’t matter. Primrose has an unshakable image as a fine school, and you are not going to ruin it.”
“So I should just be dumb too and make a fake bra like them and forget it?”
“As long as you don’t write any more articles.”
Gabe stood up.
“Let’s go, honey.”
“Daddy?”
He took her small hand when she stood.
He cleared his throat.
“Mr. Rodgers?”
“Yes?”
“Go stuff it.”
~~~
“But daddy!” Chloe whined.
Her father had taken her out of school in the middle of the day.
“No buts. We’re moving to Smallville.”
Chloe wrote down this fact and others in her secret notebook and tried to argue once again.
“Do they even have newsprint? That’s the middle of nowhereseville!”
“LillianCorp has been asking for more people at the plant. I think we both need a fresh start.”
Chloe wanted to keep going, but her dad looked so sad she had to give in. He just wasn’t the same after mom had left. She didn’t want to hurt him, not ever.
But she had loved the look on that Dana’s face after the girl had called her flatty!
“It better have a newsroom. And no dumb boys. I can’t stand dumb boys!”
~~~
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METROPOLIS
Gabe Sullivan nervously entered the Primrose Grade School building, craning his neck to figure out what had happened to his blond bombshell this time.
He walked down to the office, where a kindly woman seated him for Mr. Rodgers, the principal. The chair was uncomfortable. He searched about for a magazine, but the office was free of such welcome distractions.
“Mr. Rodgers is ready to see you now.”
Gabe patiently rose and walked into what had become a familiar office.
“Mr. Sullivan. Have a seat.” The mustached man said promptly but didn’t look up.
Chloe sat in the other chair, looking all for the world an innocent angel.
Or at least a girl that wouldn’t obviously clocking so much time in a principal’s office.
“Here.”
The article his dear daughter wrote for the school newsletter was put before him.
Chloe smiled innocently enough. But Gabe knew that she had not been naive, not now, and probably not ever. She was just as sharp as many adults he had to deal with in the course of the day. And he realized that. But she had gotten that sharp wit from her mother. Gabe was just too gentle.
It was an article on the School’s popular fashions. How bad could it be?
Cheerleaders Show Growing Pains
By Chloe Sullivan
Turkeys aren’t the only ones getting stuffed nowadays. This reporter has gone on a desperate mission to find the truth about some very mysterious fast growths in their chest cavities. The miracle growth that no other girls in the fourth grade have gone through yet, this rising has only happened to those on the Primrose Pep squad. Girls that were once as flat as ironing boards have almost overnight sprouted virtual pillow cushioning. This reporter went on an undercover secret mission to find out the strange cause of this strange development. Under the harsh conditions of wearing really ugly clothing and having to do idiotic cheers to boys who couldn’t score a goal and kept knocking over each other, certain signs became apparent. It wasn’t until we went to the dressing room when the true shocker became apparent. The girls grabbed mounds and mounds of toilet paper from under their shirts in a truly hideous ritual. Dana Quigley, captain of the head of the cheerleading squad, turned out to have the most wrapping of all. When asked for a comment, she tossed her hair and said, “Shut it! You don’t want to be left behind, do you?” Coach Amy Marson was apparent during the revealing. This reporter tried to reach her for comment, but was made to do laps around the track as punishment. The response should be obvious. All the girls of the school should now put this latest fashion into their closets, and beat the trend by figuring out what next they ought to stuff. This reporter bets odds on that it just may be their heads.
By the time Gabe had finished, he was laughing loudly.
“This is no laughing matter!” Mr. Rodgers scowled.
But it was really too funny to believed. To think nowadays that girls that young would be pursuing such actions was beyond his imagination.
“I don’t see what’s so harmful about the article.”
“This will make Primrose a laughing stock! I won’t have it.”
“The cat’s out of the bag, Mr. Rodgers. Now the people know the truth!” Chloe said boldly, but slumped a bit when Mr. Rodgers glared at her.
“Chloe honey, you’re not helping your case.” Gabe warned her.
“This is most unacceptable.”
“Why didn’t the newspaper teacher edit it?” Gabe asked.
“Because she was laughing too hard!” Chloe rushed to explain.
“Mrs. Dent is on a suspension from this school.”
Gabe swallowed, this was serious business to the man, even if it wasn’t to him. He feared that his daughter had finally crossed the line.
“Ms. Sullivan will no longer be allowed to write articles for the tenure of her time at this school.”
Chloe gaped.
“Don’t give me that look. You’ve had plenty of warnings that this behavior would not be tolerated.” The moustache twitched in annoyance.
“But I worked so hard. I had to listen to that dumb chatter and get them to believe me acting dumb too!”
Gabe tapped his chair in indecision.
“It still isn’t proper material.”
“But it’s the truth!”
Gabe regretted letting her watch the X-Files now more than ever.
The glaze started in her eyes, and he knew she was holding back tears.
“That doesn’t matter. Primrose has an unshakable image as a fine school, and you are not going to ruin it.”
“So I should just be dumb too and make a fake bra like them and forget it?”
“As long as you don’t write any more articles.”
Gabe stood up.
“Let’s go, honey.”
“Daddy?”
He took her small hand when she stood.
He cleared his throat.
“Mr. Rodgers?”
“Yes?”
“Go stuff it.”
~~~
“But daddy!” Chloe whined.
Her father had taken her out of school in the middle of the day.
“No buts. We’re moving to Smallville.”
Chloe wrote down this fact and others in her secret notebook and tried to argue once again.
“Do they even have newsprint? That’s the middle of nowhereseville!”
“LillianCorp has been asking for more people at the plant. I think we both need a fresh start.”
Chloe wanted to keep going, but her dad looked so sad she had to give in. He just wasn’t the same after mom had left. She didn’t want to hurt him, not ever.
But she had loved the look on that Dana’s face after the girl had called her flatty!
“It better have a newsroom. And no dumb boys. I can’t stand dumb boys!”
~~~