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Sitting on the chair by the desk, with her legs crossed, a | Sitting on the chair by the desk, with her legs crossed, a bored expression and a lit cigarette in her lips, was a teenage girl that just looked at you and let out a bored cloud of smoke. | ||
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” you asked in a serious demeanor, but the girl didn’t even appeared fazed. | “What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” you asked in a serious demeanor, but the girl didn’t even appeared fazed. | ||
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“You’re in big trouble,” you stated, advancing on her. | “You’re in big trouble,” you stated, advancing on her. | ||
“What are you going to do?” she asked, letting the smoke out, “rip my pants and rape me?” while that wasn’t your first intention, the suggestion didn’t lack merits. It also made you look closer, and while the girl | “What are you going to do?” she asked, letting the smoke out, “rip my pants off and rape me?” while that wasn’t your first intention, the suggestion didn’t lack merits. It also made you look closer, and while the girl wasn’t wearing pants (which would have been a clear violation of ''St. Andre Truitt'' uniform rules), hers was a long and tight white skirt, also in violation of the rules. | ||
“That’s no way to speak to a | “That’s no way to speak to a staff member,” you reprimanded her, standing in front of her. The girl continued sitting and smoking, apparently completely unconcerned. | ||
“So says the town’s pedophile,” she spatted, while blowing her latest puff of smoke directly in your face. You were ready to grab the arrogant girl, drop her on one of the beds and fulfill her own threat, when she pushed a small card right in your face. | “So says the town’s pedophile,” she spatted, while blowing her latest puff of smoke directly in your face. You were ready to grab the arrogant girl, drop her on one of the beds and fulfill her own threat, when she pushed a small card right in your face. | ||
The card had her picture on it, as well as several official logos, including one for the school, and a staff surrounded by two serpents. You forcefully pushed her hand away in order to read the text: ''Andrea Hartell, MD'' | The card had her picture on it, as well as several official logos, including one for the school, and a staff surrounded by two serpents. You forcefully pushed her hand away in order to read the text: ''Andrea Hartell, MD'' in big letter, and then, ''Obstetrics & Gynecology'' underneath. | ||
You took a step back. The girl had a triumphant smile on her face as she took another deep | You took a step back. The girl had a triumphant smile on her face as she took another deep drag of her cigarette. Only then did you noticed the doctor’s coat hanging on her chair, and the way her features showed she was a bit older than a teenage girl. | ||
You felt your face getting red, a mixture of anger and humiliation. | You felt your face getting red, a mixture of anger and humiliation. | ||
Latest revision as of 20:34, 10 April 2021
Sitting on the chair by the desk, with her legs crossed, a bored expression and a lit cigarette in her lips, was a teenage girl that just looked at you and let out a bored cloud of smoke.
“What do you think you’re doing, young lady?” you asked in a serious demeanor, but the girl didn’t even appeared fazed.
“What does it looks like?” she answered, challenging, while taking a deep puff of smoke and uncrossing her legs.
“You’re in big trouble,” you stated, advancing on her.
“What are you going to do?” she asked, letting the smoke out, “rip my pants off and rape me?” while that wasn’t your first intention, the suggestion didn’t lack merits. It also made you look closer, and while the girl wasn’t wearing pants (which would have been a clear violation of St. Andre Truitt uniform rules), hers was a long and tight white skirt, also in violation of the rules.
“That’s no way to speak to a staff member,” you reprimanded her, standing in front of her. The girl continued sitting and smoking, apparently completely unconcerned.
“So says the town’s pedophile,” she spatted, while blowing her latest puff of smoke directly in your face. You were ready to grab the arrogant girl, drop her on one of the beds and fulfill her own threat, when she pushed a small card right in your face.
The card had her picture on it, as well as several official logos, including one for the school, and a staff surrounded by two serpents. You forcefully pushed her hand away in order to read the text: Andrea Hartell, MD in big letter, and then, Obstetrics & Gynecology underneath.
You took a step back. The girl had a triumphant smile on her face as she took another deep drag of her cigarette. Only then did you noticed the doctor’s coat hanging on her chair, and the way her features showed she was a bit older than a teenage girl.
You felt your face getting red, a mixture of anger and humiliation.