The sound of a fingernail tapping upon a metal surface could be heard a few feet away by anyone who just happened to walk by the irritated young woman. Brooke Masters, A striving young woman who made the mistake of wanting to go into law, at least that was what she was thinking at the moment. She was summoned her with a parchment stating ASSP capitalized at the bottom of the 'demand for her appearance' notification.
Brooke looked upon the aging man with a few mixed feelings, one of the worse feelings she had was to stab the man with the pencil that she was eyeing on the lecturing platform. She shook her head to rid herself of the thought when the imagery of the New York Times front-page headline appeared in her head.
She rolled her perfectly chocolate-colored orbs to the back of her head. Here it was ten minutes later after her arrival, and the old man was still writing something in his ledger or his living will as for as old as he was. She inhaled a deep intake of air and exhaled heavily, not with the intention of getting the old man's attention mind you! Well, okay, maybe just a little.
The pen was tactfully placed down upon the desk. Aging hands lifted up to the wrinkled face where they took hold of the 'back in the eighteen hundred glasses' was removed and placed down next to the pen. Arctic White or gray orbs lifted from the ledger, as the aging head was turning along with the man's body. Those piercing gray orbs sent a shiver down Brooke's spine when he focused upon her. "Yes, Miss Masters?" The old man glanced at her with his typical grumbly face. His hands interlocked together and rested on the top of his outward curving stomach.
Brooke's face cringed up, "You summoned me?" She gave him the 'As if I would be here if I wasn't summoned' look to him. That sarcastic look fell to one of embarrassment when the only thing the professor said to her was. "What date is the summoning date Miss Masters?"
Brooke darted out of the building. It was a good thing that summer vacation started this weekend for she needed the break. She'd been putting in a lot of hours studying as of late, and she was getting to the point of having the major burnout syndrome.
On the plane trip home, Brooke began wondering about how things were. Did her father Dave, still have the law firm going? It was in trouble when she left for Harvard a year ago. She hadn't spoken to him since her parents separated. She didn't care if her dad was lonely, and it was just a one-night thing, it was wrong; mom had all the right to leave him.
Her mind drifted over other things of life as she was getting closer to home. She thought about all of her friends and wondered what was new and happening for them. She even wondered if the ice cream parlor was still open! She was just happy to be going home for a while.
Upon arriving at her mothers', everything was frantic with hugs and questions about how everything was going on, but there was an added bonus to the first day back. All her relatives were there! By the time Saturday morning came. She needed a cup of coffee, but then it was only to find out that her mother was out!
She walked up and into the small cafe, the sent only made her need more needed. She took her cup of coffee and moved to the window seating and took a leisurely gander over the town. It was good to be back! ...
Brooke looked upon the aging man with a few mixed feelings, one of the worse feelings she had was to stab the man with the pencil that she was eyeing on the lecturing platform. She shook her head to rid herself of the thought when the imagery of the New York Times front-page headline appeared in her head.
She rolled her perfectly chocolate-colored orbs to the back of her head. Here it was ten minutes later after her arrival, and the old man was still writing something in his ledger or his living will as for as old as he was. She inhaled a deep intake of air and exhaled heavily, not with the intention of getting the old man's attention mind you! Well, okay, maybe just a little.
The pen was tactfully placed down upon the desk. Aging hands lifted up to the wrinkled face where they took hold of the 'back in the eighteen hundred glasses' was removed and placed down next to the pen. Arctic White or gray orbs lifted from the ledger, as the aging head was turning along with the man's body. Those piercing gray orbs sent a shiver down Brooke's spine when he focused upon her. "Yes, Miss Masters?" The old man glanced at her with his typical grumbly face. His hands interlocked together and rested on the top of his outward curving stomach.
Brooke's face cringed up, "You summoned me?" She gave him the 'As if I would be here if I wasn't summoned' look to him. That sarcastic look fell to one of embarrassment when the only thing the professor said to her was. "What date is the summoning date Miss Masters?"
Brooke darted out of the building. It was a good thing that summer vacation started this weekend for she needed the break. She'd been putting in a lot of hours studying as of late, and she was getting to the point of having the major burnout syndrome.
On the plane trip home, Brooke began wondering about how things were. Did her father Dave, still have the law firm going? It was in trouble when she left for Harvard a year ago. She hadn't spoken to him since her parents separated. She didn't care if her dad was lonely, and it was just a one-night thing, it was wrong; mom had all the right to leave him.
Her mind drifted over other things of life as she was getting closer to home. She thought about all of her friends and wondered what was new and happening for them. She even wondered if the ice cream parlor was still open! She was just happy to be going home for a while.
Upon arriving at her mothers', everything was frantic with hugs and questions about how everything was going on, but there was an added bonus to the first day back. All her relatives were there! By the time Saturday morning came. She needed a cup of coffee, but then it was only to find out that her mother was out!
She walked up and into the small cafe, the sent only made her need more needed. She took her cup of coffee and moved to the window seating and took a leisurely gander over the town. It was good to be back! ...
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