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Poison Pen Part I
DIR By: StoryGod
Date: December 27, 2019, 12:16 pm
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Corianne wanted to avoid Wolf-Shjenrubin for after school
activities, because mechanical drawing in metal shop had given
the hall of handicraft a bad name. She also needed to check her
email, since Albina had made her write a letter to her father
Tuesday night. There was a good chance he had written back, not
that she was sure she wanted to hear from him.
Corianne's mother was another matter. She talked about her
students, her classes, what life in the Emirates was like.
Corianne imagined her father finally letting her make the twelve
hour plane journey there for the winter holidays. She was old
enough now. Last Christmas her mother had come home for two
weeks and Corianne's father had sent her to Texas to spend two
weeks with her. Corianne wondered how to tell her mother about
her conflicting feelings toward Tikvah and about Tikvah's
troubles in general. Yes, being jealous was stupid, but why did
she, Corianne, have to be such an awful klutz in metal shop. You
can be jealous of somebody else' good luck when your own luck
sucks.
Corianne's email showed a fair amount of junk. The routine of
deleting this unwanted stuff was soothing and mindless. Then she
saw the letter from her father and opened it:
[Quote]
Dear Corianne,
I hope you are finally learning lessons of life at this school.
You are not the only pebble on the beach, and at school no one
will give a heck whether you are high maintenance. There won't
be fish or scallops every day, and your favorite fruits won't
always be for dessert. If people want to watch fun shows on
television, you will be stuck with that and you won't be able to
go to your room and read, because no one at school has your
prissy mother's high brow tastes. You will finally learn to get
along. I am glad you are starting to do that. I am glad they
make you play games in gym. I am glad they make you eat what you
are served. Maybe after a year, you will be glad to come back to
Indiana and really be part of the family.
Dad
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"You effing bastard!" thought Corianne. "There was a reason I
did not want to write you. Yes, I hated games. When is that
news. It's not. No, I do get a choice of what to eat, lots of
choices. Next thing you know, you'll say I have to do
perspective drawing to rejoin the family. You and your 'whole
family' out in Indiana can go fuck themselves!"
Corianne let her head rest in the palms of her hands as she
cried.
"What's the matter," asked a male Suite Advisor who was acting
as lab monitor.
"My dad sent me a nasty letter," Corianne answered. "You need to
print it off and show it to your suite advisor."
"I only have fifty sheets free printing," Corianne reminded the
man.
"I'll pay. This is an emergency."
Some dipshit male like her father would say Corianne cried for
attention. She just cried because she was angry and fed up, and
besides, it was much better than putting a fist through a wall.
#Post#: 80--------------------------------------------------
Re: Poison Pen Part I
DIR By: StoryGod
Date: December 27, 2019, 12:28 pm
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Corianne's letter from her dad had to wait until after dinner
for Albina to see it. During free time and before curfew, there
was a line outside Albina's room. Corianne felt obscenely stupid
as she waited on it. "Well it had taken six days for the
honeymoon to end," she thought. "And if I'm high maintenance so
are half the kids in the suite, at least judging from the line."
Rupinder exited Albina's bedroom and Albina poked her head out
and shook it with that sort of sad surprise adults are good at.
Tikvah entered next. The door was closed a while. Then Tikvah
emerged lost in thought. Next it was Nelia's turn. The
appointment was brief. Meanwhile, another girl had gotten in
line behind Corianne. Oh well, Corianne thought. "What does dad
know anyway?"
"My dad wrote me an awful letter?" Corianne began.
"Did you print off a copy?" Albina answered.
Corianne nodded.
"Can you show it to me?"
That should have been a rhetorical question. Corianne handed
Albina the poison pet missive. Albina read it.Albina laughed.
Corianne winced. "What is it about men who call all females who
ask for anything high maintenance," she said. "Corianne, you
know that's an insult. Your father should save it for his
exwives and girlfriends. I'm sure he has plenty of those."
"Cheryl is his fourth wife," Corianne answered.
"In the right country, your father would drive a harem batty. As
for the rest of the letter, it's a tissue of lies. You get
plenty of choices at meal time. You can get a pass or take a
substitute activity as long as it's supervised. Check the app if
you don't believe me, and you're taking swimming in gym
remember, advanced swimming."
Corianne smiled. "And the reason I can't do mechanical drawing
is that I am a klutz."
"You have a visual issue, but you'll catch on. Now, I think you
need to answer your father's letter."
"What about the high maintenance part?"
"It's bullshit. You are entitled to ask for things. No one here
reads minds. Now get out your laptop and write your dad."
"Can I give you a copy of the letter?"
"Bcc it to me."
"What's BCC?"
"Blind carbon copy. When you click on To you see "cc" and "bcc."
Check off bcc, and you can also bcc it to yourself so you know
what you're telling your dad."
"Thanks Albina." Corianne picked up the poison pen letter.
Poison or truth could fly in two directions. It was only when
Corianne sat down to compose her reply to her clueless father
that she realized she was no longer jealous at Tikvah over being
able to do mechanical drawing. Corianne made a mental note to
find out where her roommate had learned that skill.
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