DeliciousMaiden
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"As subtle as a baseball bat to the face.
Well since they are watching and you did just quote the writer of ye old poems..."
She smiled as he hugged her knowing it would scandalise her watching parents, but knowing that rather than just for show the gesture had been to offer her support.
"You will do great and I will see you tomorrow."
She nodded watching him get on the bike.
"Oh and do read the contract tonight."
She waved and knew it was something she had to do rather than carrying it back and forth from home; after all it was key to her future now.
Slowly she turned and saw curtains drop back into place and so slowly made her way towards the front door and let herself in.
"That you love..?"
Anxiety and hesitation filled her mother's voice, but Claire was unrelenting.
"You know it is."
She informed her flatly.
"Nite..."
As one it seemed her parents flew to the bottom of the stairs as she began to go up.
"Your dinner ... "
Her mother began.
"Claire we have to ... "
Her father demanded over her mother's concilitory tones.
Claire held up her hand, the surprise at which brought her parents to a faltering halt.
"I've eaten mum ... and dad ... we have nothing to say."
She told them both calmly watching them struggling to process her unexpected reaction giving her the chance to continue.
"It is evident that we no longer make decisions together in this house, so ..."
She shrugged dismissively and continued up the stairs. She would not even do them the courtesy of telling them of her plans after all it would only give them something to argue against and give them an opening to try to justify their own actions.
Below her parent's voices were a dull burble. Claire exhaled when she reached her room. She was angry, but still more determined. Pulling the contract out of her bag, she set to work reading through it, making notes and a list of questions that she would share with Glen or maybe Elron the following day.
She refused to answer the knock on her door later that evening and did not even offer an answer. Switching off the light instead she slept surprisingly well which enabled her to be out of the house earlier than usual. The call of her father followed her down the path, obviously objecting to the fact that she had not even entered the kitchen for a morning drink or breakfast. But Claire took no notice. And breakfast was the last thing on her mind; she would get something enroute to the theatre she decided and it would do no harm to arrive early after all she had things to sort out ... her future...
Well since they are watching and you did just quote the writer of ye old poems..."
She smiled as he hugged her knowing it would scandalise her watching parents, but knowing that rather than just for show the gesture had been to offer her support.
"You will do great and I will see you tomorrow."
She nodded watching him get on the bike.
"Oh and do read the contract tonight."
She waved and knew it was something she had to do rather than carrying it back and forth from home; after all it was key to her future now.
Slowly she turned and saw curtains drop back into place and so slowly made her way towards the front door and let herself in.
"That you love..?"
Anxiety and hesitation filled her mother's voice, but Claire was unrelenting.
"You know it is."
She informed her flatly.
"Nite..."
As one it seemed her parents flew to the bottom of the stairs as she began to go up.
"Your dinner ... "
Her mother began.
"Claire we have to ... "
Her father demanded over her mother's concilitory tones.
Claire held up her hand, the surprise at which brought her parents to a faltering halt.
"I've eaten mum ... and dad ... we have nothing to say."
She told them both calmly watching them struggling to process her unexpected reaction giving her the chance to continue.
"It is evident that we no longer make decisions together in this house, so ..."
She shrugged dismissively and continued up the stairs. She would not even do them the courtesy of telling them of her plans after all it would only give them something to argue against and give them an opening to try to justify their own actions.
Below her parent's voices were a dull burble. Claire exhaled when she reached her room. She was angry, but still more determined. Pulling the contract out of her bag, she set to work reading through it, making notes and a list of questions that she would share with Glen or maybe Elron the following day.
She refused to answer the knock on her door later that evening and did not even offer an answer. Switching off the light instead she slept surprisingly well which enabled her to be out of the house earlier than usual. The call of her father followed her down the path, obviously objecting to the fact that she had not even entered the kitchen for a morning drink or breakfast. But Claire took no notice. And breakfast was the last thing on her mind; she would get something enroute to the theatre she decided and it would do no harm to arrive early after all she had things to sort out ... her future...
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