“Ah, Miss Geraghty, we meet at last. Six years you have been here with us now and you choose your Senior Year to come up with a stunt like this. I just don’t get it?”
Headmaster Harrison was an intimidating specimen. He stood at well over six feet three inches with a broad physique to match. He insisted on wearing the badges of honor he had obtained during his years of military service on his suit jacket, something which the students at his school always made fun of behind his back.
“It’s not what it looks like Sir. Just a stupid case of me being in the wrong place at the wrong time. That’s all. Honest Sir, just the wrong place at the wrong time.”
Jennifer pinched her leg hard under her skirt, almost piercing the skin. It was enough to make her eyes water. Harrison continued to stare directly at her.
“You know Miss Geraghty, I have been headmaster at this school for almost twenty years and I don’t think I’ve ever looked at someone as convincing as you. I have never come across anybody who can put on a show just like you are doing now. I’ve always had you pegged as a sweet little girl. But those lovely hazel eyes can be deceiving can’t they?”
Jennifer’s jaw dropped as for the first time in her life she had been exposed.
“You know I might have believed you were it not for my years of military service and my uncanny ability to figure out when people are bullshitting me. You and seven other senior students at my school were caught on mycampus consuming alcohol when you were all supposed to be in the study hall. That is not the sort of image I want for my school!”
“But Sir, I..”
“Yes, yes, I know. It wasn’t your fault. You just happened to be passing by at the time and all of that. And I might have believed you too, were it not for the fact that your seven accomplices have all been in here before you and each and every one of them were sitting in that very chair, singing like birds about how you were the one who got the alcohol and how you were the one who asked them all to join you in your merry adventure.”
“But, I, but, Sir!”
“What’s the matter now? Stage fright? It was bad enough that you were caught disrespecting me and my school, but to come into my office like this and put on your little drama face and try to weasel out of it annoys me even more. You see Miss. Geraghty, maybe you have been brought up in such a way that you feel you don’t need to know this, but for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. Judging by the car that you drive to school here every day I’m sure that a lot of your problems probably get swept neatly under the rug using Mr. Geragthy’s money, but that won’t be happening today. By right, I should expel you from my school for good, but because this is the first time you have been sitting before me, I’m going to cut you a break, on condition that is, that you cut this bullshit tough girl act that you’ve been playing lately.”
Jennifer sat in stunned silence, nodding eagerly as she wondered what the Headmaster had in store for her.
“You’ll be taking this note home, complete with your every move during that fateful hour last Friday, all of which was caught on camera by the way. You will get it signed by your Father and what’s more you will serve a one week suspension from this school for your act. So when you go home, I suggest that you park that little convertible of yours up and keep it there and take the punishment your father will no doubt give you. Are we clear?”
Jennifer nodded as tears began to stream down her face as she made her way out of Headmaster Harrison’s office and past the red haired secretary.
***
The flashy red convertible drifted through the streets of Jennifer’s home town. A trip from school that would normally take ten minutes was currently surpassing the forty minute mark. Instead of a left turn which would bring her home, she would take a right. Instead of a right turn, she would take a left. Anything which meant she wouldn’t have to face up to her father and come clean.
She flicked the radio on as she brought the car to a stuttering halt at yet another set of lights. Getting into regular trouble at school was one thing. Two years previously, Jennifer had returned home with a note stating that she had been late for class for the third time in the school year. Her father signed it and grounded her for a mouth, barely speaking to her in the days that followed. What the hell would he do when he found out she had been caught drinking alcohol on school grounds?
Honk!
Jennifer jumped up from the cream leather seat. The lights had turned green and a string of cars behind her were become more and more impatient.
She finally summoned up the courage to point the car in the direction of home. There was only one thing to do, she thought. Bite the bullet and come clean.
“The truth will set you free.” She remembered the red haired woman’s quote as the engine hummed. Butterflies continued to take over her stomach as she reached across the passenger’s seat of her car and clicked the little black button attached to the underside of the dashboard.
The large black metal gates that shut her home off from the rest of the world opened meticulously as she stepped on the gas again and decided to turn left around the center piece fountain which divided her driveway perfectly in two.
The gravel cracked under the weight of the wheels as she finally brought the car to a halt to the side of the house. Not visible from the road, the house looked small from the front. Although three stories in height, there were only two rooms at the front of the house, a dining room to the left of the hallway as you walked through the front door and a small office space to the right.
From there however, the mansion took on a life of its own. A spiraled stair case brought visitors to the upper levels. To either side, the house protracted back and veered out at either side at a forty-five degree angle for what seemed like miles.
Jennifer wasted little time in taking the spiraled stair case right to the third level of the house before veering off to her left, down a long narrow hallway until she reached the final door on the right hand side. She walked in and shut in behind her before firing her back into the corner and jumping onto her bed, face down. She placed her forehead flat to the bed and her hands cupped the back of her head. She wished that she could just stay like this forever.
Realizing that her father would soon be up to check on her, she finally sat up and grabbed her bag. She wanted to seem as normal as possible by the time he came up, as he did at five o’clock every day to make sure that she was studying. She unloaded the contents of her bag onto a wooden table in the corner of the room, beside a large window overlooking the vast expanse of land at the back of the house.
She ordered her books meticulously from largest to smallest and stacked them neatly in a pile before taking out a fancy manuscript and a pen. She took a deep breath as she began to write, waiting for the door to creak open behind her.
***
“What have we to be worrying about Susan, she’s the best little girl in the world?! Her grades speak for themselves. I can’t wait to unload all of that money and send her to one of the finest universities in the country. She deserves it all!”
Mr. Geraghty spoke with more than just a twinkle in his eye. From day one, he was never shy to boast about his perfect daughter. His only daughter, at that.
“I’m not so sure Patrick. You still look at her as the twelve year old she used to be. Things are changing around here and they’re changing fast. I can sense it. A man like you just can’t see those kinds of things.”
“And in what way is she changing would you care to inform me? All knowing, all seeing wife.” Patrick smirked in a condescending manner.
“You have to go and turn everything into a big joke don’t you? Well I’m telling you, we need to keep our eyes and our ears open for the next few months or there will be no university. The worst thing you could have done was buy her that bloody car. Whatever bit of control we might have had just went straight out the window when that thing came in.”
“Oh shush now dear, you just keep counting up all those “A’s” and
don’t worry your little head about anything else. I mean, what’s so different now from before. When did everything start going wrong? I mean, I sure as hell don’t see what the problem is?”
Her mother turned around from her scrubbing to face her husband. She folded her arms and furrowed her brow.
“Do you not think that she has been spending a lot of time at “Linda’s” lately? Have you ever seen this so called Linda? Think about this reasonably, how many high definition plasma screens do we have in this house?”
“By my count we must have six?”
“It’s actually seven my love but not to worry. Now think about it, if you were eighteen and you wanted to watch a movie, do you not think you’d be staying right here to watch it and bringing all your friends over to marvel at the gigantic screens?”
“Hmm.” Patrick caressed the stubble on his chin between his thumb and index finger.
Susan walked across to the corner of the room where she fished in a basket full to the brim of dirty laundry.
“And what do you think about these?” She reached in and pulled out a skimpy gold thong. She pulled on the G-string causing the fabric to bounce up and down in front of her husband’s eyes.
“Well you’re not twenty any more dear but you still have the body for...”
“They’re your daughter’s Patrick. I sure as hell didn’t bring these into the house. There are men on the scene. Worse than men in fact. Boys! What would she want to be going picking out skimpy little numbers like this for? We have given her too much freedom Patrick. It’s about time somebody gave her the talk. And by somebody, I do of course mean, you.
***
Jennifer’s eyes clamped shut as she heard the door gently creak open behind her. She didn’t turn around. Instead, pretending not to hear it, she continued to scribble meaningless sentences on the parchment in front of her, feigning a deep concentration.
“Sorry to disturb you precious, how’s everything going? Your mother and I were just talking about how proud we are of you.”
Jennifer lowered her pen and slowly turned around on her swivel chair to face her father who sat on the corner of her bed, grinning awkwardly from ear to ear.
“Oh, hey Dad!” Jennifer’s voice was high pitched and squeaky. She coughed and blushed slightly as she tried again.
“Hey Dad.”
“How’s my little princess doing? Good day at school?”
“Oh yeah, I guess so. More of the same really. Some of the lessons are becoming a lot more difficult but I’m sure I’ll be able to manage once I get my head around it.”
“You sure will my darling. Nobody else works as hard as you do.”
Jennifer smiled as she looked in her father’s direction without actually making direct eye contact. She feared she would crack and break down if she did.
“There are just a few little things I was wondering if I could speak with you about. If you don’t mind taking a break from your studies that is?”
“Sure Dad, go ahead!” Once again, Jennifer’s voice came out high pitched and awkward. She cleared her throat again as a bead of sweat formed over her brow. Had the school phoned home? Did he already know about everything? No surely not. He wouldn’t have taken this approach if he already knew. He would have sprinted up the stairs, screaming the house down on his way.
“Your mother and I would like to meet this lovely friend of yours. What’s this her name is again? Linda isn’t it? We’ve noticed how you’re always going around to her place but she never drops by here. We were thinking we might put on a nice dinner tomorrow evening when you guys finish school. Then you can kick back and do whatever it is you want?”
“Sure Dad, that sounds great.” Jennifer stuttered. How the hell was she going to find a girl called Linda now?
The truth will set you free. She couldn’t help but think about it.
“The other thing is, sweetness...” Patrick paused and looked down at the ground as his face blushed red. Jennifer cringed at the awkwardness in the room. What the hell was this going to be about?
“You’re eighteen now. I was just curious. Ehm...”
“What is it Dad?”
“Well it’s more your mother really.”
“What Dad? What is it?”
“Boys.”
Her father looked up at her as he said it. Unable to string a sentence together, the word just reverberated around the sound proof walls of Jennifer’s room and hung there, awkward and proud.
“What about them Daddy?”
Once again the room was filled with the most cringe worthy awkward silence either of them had ever been involved in.
“Well what’s the situation there? Are you seeing anyone? Do you like anyone?”
“Well Dad, to be honest I’m more focused on my studies right now. I mean, I know how hard you’ve worked to save all that money for me so that I can go to university. Now I have to keep up my part of the deal. There will be plenty of time for boys when I’m older I’m sure.”
Jennifer gave her father that look which managed to melt him every time. This time however, Jennifer wasn’t lying. Not about the focusing on her studies part, but she had just been too nervous to approach any of the boys at school or at any of the parties she had been too. In her new life, she exuded confidence, but deep down, she was utterly petrified of what might happen. What if she did something wrong? She knew all too well how quickly rumors could spread around that school.
“Well just so you know, your mother and I are always here for you if you ever need someone to talk to about it.”
Her father placed his hand on her shoulder and she smiled back at him.
“Thanks Dad.”
“Well I’ll let you get back to it then. I’ll call you when dinner is ready.”
***
“Please speak to your daughter about this very serious incident.”
Jennifer read the last line of the note that Headmaster Harrison had given her again and again. Numerous times she had stood up from her desk with the note in her hand and had been just about to leave her room and walk down the stairs, until she stopped and sat back down.
There was no way that she could give this note to him after the conversation she had just had. After declaring how proud he was of her this note would surely drive him over the edge. There was only one way out of this. It may not work but Jennifer figured it was worth the risk. What the heck, she was going to get in serious trouble anyway. If she got caught, she got caught.
She returned to her room from the bathroom carrying a damp rag. She also picked up lots of extra bed sheets which she lined her bed with. She climbed in under the mountain of sheets and patted her forehead with the damp rag. She pulled the sheets in tight around her body as she felt herself breaking out in a sweat all over. Now all she had to do was wait.
“Jen honey, your dinner is ready darling.”
She stayed hugging her sheets tight.
“Jennifer, did you hear me?” Her father shouted again from the bottom of the stairs.
Her heart was pounding as she heard footsteps trudging up the hall towards her room. She shut her eyes again as she heard the door open.
“My goodness Jen, what’s wrong?”
She opened her eyes tenderly as she felt beads of moisture dripping down her cheeks. Perfect.
“I don’t know what it is Daddy. All of a sudden I just became so weak. I’m really cold and my body is aching all over.
Patrick walked across the room towards the bed with a stern look on his face. He sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out a hand, gently patting down on his daughter’s forehead.
“My God, you’re burning up. Have you felt bad all day?”
“No Daddy, it just came on all of a sudden. I mean, I was just finishing off an essay there and all of a sudden my vision went really blurry. Thank God I was sitting down because I’m sure I would have fainted had I been standing up.”
Her father looked at her, his eyes a picture of concern.
/> “They did say there was an awful bug going around the school this week. Loads of my friends have been absent.”
“I see. I see. It must be one of those twenty-four hour things. I’m sure with a bit of rest you will be ready to go back to school within a day or so.”
Jennifer moaned loudly and spluttered a dramatic cough.
“I wouldn’t be so sure Daddy. I’ve heard it could take at least a week. The last thing I want to do is to go back to school too early and have some other poor unfortunate person catch this dreaded thing. I’m sure I can get somebody to bring all of my assignments around in the meantime.”
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