"Mrs. Kenton," a crow-like woman with a long face introduced herself, extending a hand and taking in all of her, from the long tunic and yoga pants to the long red hair she had thrown up so she didn't have to brush it. "I am Principal Goldstein."
"It's my day off," Julia Kenton replied as her way of greeting, politely shaking her hand.
"Ah, Cecilia, so pleased you could join us." Her tone suggested anything but pleasantness as she took in the shorts and band t-shirt.
"Hello Miss Goldstein," Cecilia Yale shook her hand, her face showing no geniality of coming to this school either. As they filed in the office Cecilia took notice of the aging white paint on the walls, and the scuffed chairs in front of the desk, where her file lay.
"Well," the principal clapped her veined hands together as they all sat down. "Let me get started by saying how sorry I am for you, Cecilia, I cannot imagine the suffering you have gone through."
Julia jumped the gun to speak as Cecilia's hands clenched and unclenched. "Yes. A great loss. Now, about the schedule."
As papers were piled on papers and file cabinets were opened in search of an excel chart, Julia threw squeezed her teen's shoulder, only to have it shrugged away as Miss Goldstein found the proper papers.
"Your schedule, your locker number and combination, a few papers for your guardian to sign - these need to be turned in as soon as possible - your vaccines that if you haven't received you need to see a doctor before attending, and the original copy of your transcript, which I was very impressed with I must say, very impressed."
Cecilia and Julia leaned in and examined the schedule,
CECILIA RAE YALE, ENTERING ELEVENTH GRADER
1st Block - Algebra III/Trigonometry, Rm. 231, Janice McMillan.
2nd Block - Latin IV, Rm. 312, Ryan Lewis.
3rd Block - Fine Art I, Rm. 109, Ilene Johnson.
4th Block - Government Adv, Rm. 230, Carolyn Bare.
1st Block - Health/PE 10 (includes Driver's Education), Rm. GYM, John Rohr.
2nd Block - English 11 Adv, Rm. 210, Ben Lewis.
3rd Block - Applied Horticulture Sciences, Rm. GREENHOUSES, Ilene Johnson.
4th Block - Anatomy, Rm. 309, Olivia Bolander.
"Well then, Miss Kenton, Miss Cecilia," the Principal rose as if to bid them adieu.
"There's a problem, Principal Goldstein. I didn't sign up for Anatomy, Horticulture or Art, I signed up for Introduction to Business and Marketing, Psychology and Ecology." Cecilia pushed the schedule back across the desk.
The principal smiled and took the schedule back, turned her back and began searching the classes, frowning slowly and turning back around she apologized, "I'm afraid due to lack of interest we do not offer Ecology this year, and Psychology and Business are too full for me to put you in. Since you are new this year-"
"Yeah, I get it." Of course because she was new she got last picks on everything, her aunt had only signed her up a few weeks ago, and naturally all the best classes had been taken.
The Principal then sat back down and stared at both of the women in front of her.
"I do not mean to be misunderstanding or rude," in a tone that tilted on rudeness. "But I and the full staff here are aware of your, dare I say controversial birth."
"Most people in authority are," Cecilia snipped.
Running her hands down her face the Principal finally said what she had died to say since they had walked through the front door, "Why are you transferring to a Catholic school, Miss Cecilia, Miss Kenton. There are plenty of public schools in this county that would be happy to take another student in their doors, if not for money per student. If this is about higher education-"
"Ms. Goldstein," Julia stepped in. "It is more than that, Cecilia's time in public school is wasted, which was the primary reason she is attending this school to begin with. She brings home basic Algebra sheets and completes them in a short space of time because she is not allowed to advance further into higher levels of math. And she attempts to ask more of her teachers than they can or have time to give. Cecilia is a child of remarkable intelligence and has a chance of giving you patronage, what reason can you offer us not to go to the board of directors and have your reasons questioned?"
"I am sorry," the Principal said, "I cannot, in good conscience allow your child attendance at this holy place of learning. If you would like to pursue this-"
Her aunt stood, stopping the discussion, "Cecilia will not be transferring here and that's final. Come on, Cecilia, that front porch won't paint itself."
"I am sorry I couldn't do more," the Principal called as Cecilia was steered out to the front doors.
"That was a wash," Julia sighed as they climbed into the car. "What do you want to get before we go home, Chinese, Italian, some Malaysian cuisine?"
"Yeah." Cecilia said. Why do I always have nowhere to go? I'm never enough, it's always, pulled out of mother's dead womb this and unholy birth that.
"... Cecilia, are you okay?"
"Sure," Cecilia turned back around to face her guardian. "So where am I going now? Do I get to be homeschooled? Please?"
"I don't know yet, Cecilia, you aren't going there, that's for sure. Maybe," Julia added as Cecilia's face fell.
"I'm sorry you had to take off work for this," Cecilia whispered.
"I know," Julia nodded, extending her free hand as she drove out the parking lot. "It's just something I wanted to do, with you." As she drove, she fumed. Controversial birth my ass, if anything was controversial, it was her hair style. It's bad enough she has to be reminded of it every day when she wakes up in the morning, but to have it slurred by a teacher. Glancing in the rearview mirror and seeing her face forlorn, she shook her head. This won't do. Dammit!
Yay! First chapter here we go! First things first, I need a beta, desperately. Constructive criticism is welcome and I will take it to heart. I haven't written in a while and I may be rusty. (Or not, write your praise in the reviews.) I may make a playlist for this on 8tracks, so if I do I will put a link on my page. Bye:)