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Post by Francesco A. Jameson on Nov 28, 2012 0:48:27 GMT -6
Francesco sat down at his desk, deep in thought as he usually was. A recent influx of students had seen the Academy from closing, and though he was delighted, he had his hands full in juggling what he had as a job, and what he thought was his life. It was difficult though, because balancing a life, meant that he had had to have one in the beginning, but since Jesse had moved, it was increasingly difficult to do just that. In the days after, he had thrown himself into working late nights and then getting an early morning start, and his health had suffered as a result. Battling the flu, which turned into bronchitis and then pneumonia, all because he hadn't gone to a doctor, had cost him dearly. It was the first day that he had been allowed back at work, and he groaned when he saw the amount of files and notes that he had one his desk.
He had to start at some point though, so he took the top one, and then took his time in reading the complaints of teachers that he had to address, and then reading about late reports and assignments that weren't in. Students that were consistently late or getting themselves into detention. It was the kind of things that made Francesco wish he was still sick in bed, where work was not allowed and that he could sleep his days away.
Just after nine, when the school bell rang and the corridor's fell silent, Francesco picked up the phone and dialled an all too familiar number. Hey Jesse, Francesco again. When you get this message, please phone me. I just want to talk, he said as he got the voice mail. Never in his wildest dreams would he have thought that he would fall so in love with someone, especially since he hadn't exactly been planning on falling in love with a man. He was bi, but that never really mattered any more. Jesse was the one for him, and though he doubted that he would be coming back, Francesco still wished for it every day.
His mind wasn't on the work. It hadn't been for a while, but the regularity of it was such that he could manage without having to think unless really necessary. It was as if he had lost a passion for what he did, and it killed him. He loved teaching, he loved helping students achieve their full potential, but all that had left him. Now he was just working on a day to day basis. Waking up and trying to find some meaning for his life. Some inspiration to keep him going through everything.
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[/color] what are you wearing?? CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless . Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS you're gonna go far, kid - the offspring. NOTES notes here WORD COUNT how many words?? [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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Post by Margret Tyler on Nov 28, 2012 15:39:46 GMT -6
  Always being in the office early is what the vice principal made an effort for. With the man on top being out for a while with his sickness it was basically up to her to make sure the school was running properly. To be honest she missed Francesco while he was out. Siiting at her desk wasn't exactly the most exciting thing in the world. An off colored white was covering the walls. Pushing the large rolling chair back away from the desk, Maggie stood. Taking a quick overview of what she would have to come back to the woman exited her office. Making her way back to the principal's office, knocking on the door Maggie poked her head in, "May I come in?"Stepping into the office the twenty-five year old made an oberservation as soon as she was in the room. "Do you need any help?" The vice prinicpal would have been happy to take anything Francesco wanted to give her. Maggie was always glad to help out with anything needed. The woman took a few steps toward the desk and sat down in one of the chairs in front of it. A gaze carried to the man's facial features he didn't look like the person who was in the very office before he turned ill. Arched eyebrows Maggie waited for his answer. "So how does it feel it be back?" The vice principal crossed her legs after awhile and a smile played out across her lips.
lyrics; she will be loved - maroon 5
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Post by Francesco A. Jameson on Nov 29, 2012 2:26:32 GMT -6
Francesco looked up, smiling as he saw the vice principal at the door. It had been a really helpful situation to have her here when he had fallen sick, but he was also hoping that she hadn't taken too much on during his absence. Yeah sure. Come on in, he said with a warm smile, his Italian accent still being heard through his vocals. Right now I'm just catching up. There weren't too many problems while I was away? he asked her with a smile. He did feel better, but the doctor had spent hours going on about how he was supposed to take it slow, but the problem was, how does one take it slow when there was work to be done, and to keep a school functioning at the same time.
It was a question that he asked himself on a daily basis and never really got an answer for. Francesco chuckled softly at the next question. Is it wrong of me to want to go back home and crawl into bed? he asked her with a teasing grin. There was a lot of things he had to catch up on, but he really didn't mind. It was work that would be keeping his mind preoccupied for a long while yet and he was going to be complaining. His plans for the holiday's were also pretty much sorted. Nothing. He wasn't going to be going any where, just staying at the Academy and doing his job.
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[/color] what are you wearing?? CREDIT SAM !? of Confronting the Faceless . Don't remove the credit or I will find you. LYRICS you're gonna go far, kid - the offspring. NOTES Not at all =) WORD COUNT how many words?? [/center][/size][/blockquote][/blockquote] |
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