Gruesome Tuesday

PART SEVEN

©2004 Tanya J. Allan

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Dear Reader,

Life can be a crock sometimes, so if it all right with you, I actually prefer happy endings! So, if you want the hero(ine) to have a really miserable time, READ SOMETHING ELSE!

But if you want to see good prevail, and end up with a soppy smile, then I have achieved what I set out to do!

Please enjoy! Tanya

7. Rob’s Story.

“Miss Mills, if it is not too hard for you, would you like to join the rest of us?”

I was startled out of my daydream!

Mrs Hardacre could be a sarcastic cow when she wanted to! And, with me (or rather, with Sophie) she seemed to want to rather too often, like all the time! It was said that her husband stayed with her for six months and then buggered off to New Zealand with her younger sister! There was little wonder that she was such a miserable cow!

She was about fifty, and dressed in a style that went out of fashion at the time of the Prime of Miss Jean Brodie! Her greying brown hair was cut short in a mannish style, and brushed forward to a straight fringe across her brow. She was thin, and angular, and always walked very quickly. Her laugh, when used to make some unfortunate girl feel particularly dense, resembled a hyena’s bray. Thus she was known as ‘the Hyena’!

“Sorry, Mrs Hardacre!”

“So I should think! Now I know that you and Mathematics are incompatible, but as we have been on quadratic equations for several weeks, do you think you could at least attempt the problem on the board?”

I went up and took the board marker from her, and she sat on her table, with folded arms and a resigned smirk on her face.

It was a reasonably complex quadratic equation, and I cast my mind back to my A level maths. Unlike Sophie, I actually loved maths, and had been very good at it!

I briefly looked at it, and started breaking down the components, and worked it out coming to a satisfactory conclusion showing all workings. I handed back the marker, and went and sat down.

She stared at the board for a moment, and then at me.

“Well! Was that a fluke, I wonder?”

The class laughed at her for a change, as very few girls liked her. She was a miserable woman, good at maths, but with the social graces of a tsetse fly!

She didn’t like it one little bit, and copied out an even more advanced equation onto the board.

“Come on, little Miss Know-all! Lets see you try this one!” she said, with a discernible sneer in her voice.

I returned, took the marker from her, and completed the problem in about ten seconds. I put the marker down and sat down to a round of applause. She was really quite cross now, as her favourite task was the humiliation of all her pupils!

One girl, Gail, was clapping louder than the others, so she picked on her to do the next one, and this was even more difficult. I could see she was already unable to do it, so I stood up.

“Enough!” I said, very loudly.

She looked at me.

“What do you think you are doing?” she asked.

“I don’t know when you went to teacher training college. But since when have humiliation, sarcasm and bullying been acceptable teaching methods?”

There was a gasp from the class. The ensuing silence was such as one could have heard a mouse fart!

“Just because you have been unable to sustain a relationship with a fellow human being for over thirty years, what gives you the right to demean and belittle us when you should be guiding and encouraging?

“I used to be very good at maths before you took over! Now I hate it because of you and the way you treat my friends and I! You ought to be thoroughly ashamed of yourself, and I personally have had enough of you!” I was angry now, and my speech was from the heart! I was about to re-launch another scathing attack on the pasty-faced woman who was stunned into silence, when I was interrupted.

“Miss Mills, could you come to my office please?” came another voice from our left. Mrs Hardacre was as surprised as the rest of us, but it seems that the head mistress Mrs Kimble, had been there for the last five minutes!

I walked out of the door, and along the corridor with Mrs Kimble a short distance behind me. I stopped by her office door.

She opened the door, and I went in.

“Sit down Sophie.”

I sat in a seat in front of her large desk. She sat behind the desk.

“How is your father?”

“The same. He is still in a coma!”

“I’m so sorry. It must be horrible for you?”

“It is, a bit!”

“Now, what was this all about?”

I looked at Mrs Kimble, and bit the bullet.

“I am probably in enough trouble, but I don’t care! That woman is a nasty horrible bully, who humiliates everyone in nearly every lesson! Ever since we started maths with her, she has made it hell! She has a few favourites and the rest of us are just treated like shit! I have had enough, and I can’t do maths with her any more! There is no way I will be able to get my GCSE in the summer with her as my teacher!” I said, and waited for the reaction.

“You seemed to do the equations very capably today!”

“That was because last time I had homework, I was in tears, and my Dad spend four hours explaining it to me! That bloody woman wouldn’t even cross the road to piss on me if I was on fire!”

I think I might have gone a bit far, as I got a tad carried away!

Mrs Kimble stared at me, her lips trembling, and I thought I had gone over the top!

She stood up from behind her desk, and stood looking out of the window, with her back to me. She was shaking, and at first I thought it was in anger. Then I realised she was trying hard not to laugh!

She managed to control herself, and was expressionless when she turned back to face me.

“I do not condone that kind of language, but I understand the sentiments! I will speak to Mrs Hardacre, and see if we can come to a compromise!”

I shook my head.

“I’m sorry, but she will be just as foul, and even more sneaky! And because we have had this conversation, she is vindictive enough to make my life a living hell! I either have another teacher, or I drop maths!”

She looked at me long and hard, and I kept her gaze. Then she smiled, a sort of resigned smile, as if to say, ‘I know what I must do, but was hoping to avoid it!’

“Very well, your maths set will have a new teacher as from next week! I have to say that this is not the first complaint against Mrs Hardacre, but she has been here for twenty years!”

“Twenty years too long!” I said, and then apologised.

“All right, Sophie. You have made your point, and very eloquently! I have to say that your father’s journalistic language style has obviously rubbed off on you somewhat!”

I decided to just sit in silence, enough had already been said!

“Well, go on girl, go back to the class, and ask Mrs Hardacre if she would be good enough t come and see me, please. I think everything has been said that needs to be said!” she said, and I smiled and left.

I returned to the classroom, and Mrs Hardacre stared at me. If looks could kill, then someone should be measuring me for my coffin! But she didn’t frighten me, and I stared back just as hard! I took my place, and could tell that the rest of the class had been having a tough time in my absence.

The bell went and I passed my message to Mrs Hardacre.

“I suppose you have twisted the truth with your snivelling lies?” she said.

“No Mrs Hardacre, I didn’t have to! It seems your reputation is already clearly imprinted on her brain, due to so many complaints being received over a twenty-year period! Anything I said simply reinforced what she already knew!” I told her, and there was a gasp from my classmates. I picked up my books and walked out!

She stood staring after me, and I was suddenly chased by the other girls.

“Sophie! Wait up!” shouted Gail.

I stopped and allowed her to run up to me. Three or four others also came up to us.

“What happened with Mrs Kimble?” Gail asked.

“I told her that Mrs Hardacre was a nasty vindictive bully, and I wasn’t going to do maths with her any more!”

“And what did she say?”

“She told me off for my language when I told her that the silly cow wouldn’t even cross the road to piss on me if I was on fire! Then she agreed and said that our set will have a different Maths teacher from now on!”

“Oh my God, you didn’t say that?”

I nodded.

“It needed saying, why should she make so many people’s lives miserable just because she hasn’t had sex in thirty years?”

“Sophie! What did you say?” she asked, incredulously.

I repeated what I had said.

She convulsed into giggles, and the other girls all burst out in laughter. I hadn’t intended to be funny, but then my sense of humour was somewhat more cynical than theirs!

I was suddenly a very popular girl, and thought Sophie would have been proud of me!

By lunchtime, the story of what I had done had spread around the school like wildfire. Someone had seen Mrs Hardacre leaving the school in tears, and the tale of my stand against her was exaggerated beyond all recognition! Even some sixth formers looked at me with expressions that almost bordered on respect!

So many girls came up to me and congratulated me over what I had done, that I began to realise just how unpopular and obnoxious Mrs Hardacre actually was!

The rest of the day followed a by now familiar routine. I played some netball, and was actually coming to terms with who I was. In fact, for short periods, I found myself forgetting the predicament I was in, as events distracted me!

I went home on the bus, as usual, and found a familiar Vauxhall Corsa waiting at my bus stop. Matthew was standing in the rain waiting for me. As soon as the other girls saw him, they started cheering, and whistling. I went very red.

I got off the bus, and he came up to me with a huge soppy grin.

“Hi, I was hoping I had timed it right!” he said, and kissed my cheek. There were five squished faces making kissy lips against the rear window of the bus as it drove off.

“Can I drive you home?”

“I only live two hundred yards up there!” I said, pointing towards my house.

“Please?”

I got in his car, shaking my head.

He made no move to start the car.

“I’ve missed you!” he said.

“You only saw me at the weekend!”

“I know, and I’ve been useless all week! I keep thinking about you, and I just had to see you!”

“You are a very soppy boy!”

“And you are the most wonderful girl I have ever met!” he said, and I blushed.

“Do you want to go out for a Pizza?” he asked.

“I can’t, Matt. I have to go to the hospital to see my Dad!”

“Oh, I forgot! Sorry. How is he?”

I shrugged.

“No change! He is fine, but unconscious! The doctors don’t understand, as he is breathing and seems unharmed apart from the fact he is out to lunch!”

“It must be very hard for you?”

“It is bloody awful, Matt! It was bad enough losing my Mum four years ago, but to have dad just teetering on the brink. I can’t tell you how awful it is!” I said, and found my self in tears.

He reached out and took my hand.

“I didn’t mean to upset you!” he said, and he sounded mortified that he had started me off.

“It isn’t your fault, Matt. I haven’t been able to stop and cry yet! I have had to be strong for Steven, or my grandparents, or for school. But what nobody realises, is that I am bloody close to losing it!”

He reached over with his arm, and just held me as whatever was inside welled up and over-spilled! I sobbed my heart out, and he didn’t know it, but all my grief over my wife, the frustration over Sophie’s and my current predicaments, and the uncertainty of the future poured out of me, making his shoulder very wet indeed!

It was very cathartic, and after several minutes I dried up, feeling much better.

He handed a tissue to me, saying nothing. He appeared rather lost for words, and his concerned expression made me giggle. I blew my nose, and smiled at him.

“Don’t look so horrified! I feel a lot better now!”

He looked a little relieved. And to make up to him, I gently kissed his cheek!

“Sophie, are you seeing anyone, I mean, have you got a boy friend at the moment?”

I smiled, and nodded and he looked crestfallen.

“Oh!” he said.

“Yup, he is quite a nice boy, but he has an annoying habit of misunderstanding me!”

He frowned, and looked so miserable, I felt sorry for being a bitch.

“Who is he?” he asked.

“You! You daft brush! Only if you want, that is!”

His smile lit up the car, and before I could react he was crushing the wind out of me, and we were kissing, properly, this time!

When I came up for air, he was a completely different person. So animated and cheerful, I could hardly believe it! He must have been working up to try to ask me all week! Poor love!

“Matt, take me home please, they will be getting worried!” I said, and he drove me the short distance to my house.

“Do you want to come in, it is pretty chaotic?”

He looked at the house, and then at me.

“I won’t thanks, I have to get back! I’ll call you later, can I have your mobile number?”

I gave him the number, and he kissed me.

“Bye! And thanks!” he said, and I watched him drive off. I then remembered who I really was. I had forgotten for several minutes, and had just enjoyed being Sophie!

I went in, and found Granny being bossy, and getting supper ready. Aunt Sally came over, and after supper, I changed into jeans and a tee shirt, and put on some makeup. We had some time together as she drove me to the hospital, and in a way I didn’t like being reminded who I really was! We sat by the figure in the bed, and for the first time, I began to feel totally detached from him. It dawned on me that I was actually quite content being Sophie, and I was beginning to look forward to each new day!

Sally sat next to me, leafing through a magazine, as I sat and did some homework. The bleeps and other sounds from the monitors were quite reassuring, and it was a very peaceful place. Every now and again a nurse would come in, and check things, and then simply smile at me and leave again. I was here every day, and they were used to seeing me doing my homework by my Dad’s bed.

“I can’t bear this! I’m going for a walk. Do you want a drink?” Sally asked.

“No thanks, I’m fine!”

She disappeared, as she usually did, and I looked at the sleeping figure of what used to be me!

“I hope you are enjoying this!” I said, and there was a cough behind me.

I spun round and saw Matt.

“What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, still quite shaken by surprise.

“I missed you!” he said, as if it explained everything.

“Matt, you only saw me a couple of hours ago!”

“I know, but I can’t stop thinking about you!”

“You really are a sad Muppet!” I said, and stood up.

He looked at my work, all strewn across the bed.

“Homework?”

“Yeah, I can at least get peace and quiet here, or at least, I used to be able to!”

He grinned.

“Sorry!”

I kissed his cheek.

“Its okay, it was nice of you to come!”

We sat together, and he tried helping me with some of my work, for which I was grateful.

Sally returned and saw us. Her eyebrows shot up, and I just grinned.

“Aunty Sally, this is my friend Matthew. Matt, this is my Aunt Sally!” I said, and they shook hands. Sally’s expression of horror was brilliant, and I almost got the giggles.

“How much longer do you want to be?” Sally asked. I looked at the amount of homework I had yet to do, and roughly calculated how long it would take me.

“An hour?” I said, and she frowned.

“I don’t know if I can wait that long. I have a call coming in that I have to deal with!”

“I’ll take her home!” offered Matthew.

“Good, then that’s settled, you go, Aunt Sally, and Matthew will take me home!” I said.

She opened her mouth to protest, and then thought better of it.

“I hope you know what you are doing!” she said to me. Sister to brother!

“Perfectly, thanks! I will see you tomorrow!” I said, and she left, shaking her head.

Matthew stared at the unconscious figure for a few moments.

“He doesn’t look too bad!”

“He isn’t! Not physically anyway. It is his brain, it is as if he has gone on holiday!” I explained.

“Weird!”

“Yeah!” I said, getting down to my homework.

“Sophie?”

“What?”

“Have you ever been in love?”

“Perhaps, but I don’t really know. Why?”

“I think I love you!” he said, all bashful.

“That’s nice!” I said.

“I’m serious!” he said.

“I know. I don’t mean to sound callous, but we have only seen each other three times. Maybe I am different to you, or maybe I have a lot happening in my life. What can I say? I think you are cute, and good looking, and you make me laugh, and I like being with you. If that is being in love, then maybe I am too, but I think it has to go a little deeper than that! Maybe if we get to know each other a bit better, then that will come!”

He seemed to be thinking about that, and then he grinned.

“You like being with me?”

“Yes, I do.” I said, and smiled.

He sat next to me, up until I finished my homework. He said nothing, and I did like him being there! I put everything away in my bags.

“You didn’t seem to have any trouble with your physics!”

“No, I’m just brilliant!” I said, and grinned.

“I know!” he said, and I blushed.

“I was joking!” I said.

“I wasn’t!”

I smiled, as he was just so sweet!

He even carried my bag out to his car. He drove me home very slowly, as if to prolong our time together. He parked outside the house, and switched the engine off.

“Thanks, Matt!” I said, and he smiled.

“I love you!” he said.

“So you said!”

“Can we go out on Friday or Saturday evening?”

“I’d like to.”

“What shall we do?”

“I don’t know. A movie?”

“Okay, which one?”

“I don’t mind.”

“Shall I pick you up?”

“Which day?”

“Both?”

I laughed.

“Okay, pick me up at seven.” I said.

He got out as I did, and stood beside me.

“May I kiss you?”

“Who asks?”

“I do!” he said, and then we were locked in a tight embrace, and kissing.

I let what was Sophie in me take over, and it was wonderful! He held me firmly and yet gently, and I caressed his face and shoulders. Eventually, I broke off.

“I’ll see you tomorrow at seven, then?” I said, and left him looking after me.

I breezed in and went straight up to my room. I had a nice hot bath, and just enjoyed feeling female! I loved the way Matthew made me feel when he kissed me, and for the first time let my fingers explore my vagina. I brought myself to orgasm whilst lying in the bath thinking of Matthew. Nothing prepared me for the sensations I experienced, and eventually I had to stop, as I had lost count of the amount of times I had climaxed.

The frightening thing was that had Matthew walked in at that moment, I would have made love to him, quite happily and oblivious to any risk of pregnancy! I began to appreciate the power of sex! It was little wonder that there were so many single mothers!

Just before I fell asleep, I remembered that I was once called Rob!

To be continued in Chapter 8

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