Van Dougray Carlyle (kelps) wrote in st_margarets, @ 2018-04-17 17:08:00 |
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Entry tags: | character: cressida hallowfen, character: van carlyle, location: hydra dorm |
Thread: Reap What You Sow
WHO: Ms. Hallowfen & Van
WHEN: After detention with Mr. Farrowe
WHERE: Ms. Hallowfen's office
Van had almost forgotten about the additional detention he owed Ms. Hallowfen once he was finished with Mr. Farrowe's. The history teacher had assigned Van a 5,000 word essay about the development of the adolescent brain from ages 11-18. He had to provide at least 15 sources for it. At one point in the week it took for Van to finish the essay to Mr. Farrowe's satisfaction, Van had thrown his books and papers into the air and stalked around the room while pulling his hair.
It was an arduous process to sit through the vampire reading over the essay and making red marks of necessary revision. Van grew more and more frustrated, but he knew the more he acted out, the longer he had to sit there and complete the essay. Finally it had been done and Mr. Farrowe accepted his essay. Van was almost out the door before Mr. Farrowe stopped him and reminded him that he was to report directly to Ms. Hallowfen for his next detention.
Van had stared at him in disbelief before nearly exploding. "Son of a--!" He turned away and stalked down the hall like a dark storm, shouting "Fuck!" at the top of his lungs. The hallways were empty by then, as it was already several hours after the final bell. Van had had very little time to himself all week, stuck in Farrowe's office poring through books. All he wanted to do was go to his room, power up his gameboy, and shut out everything.
This sure didn't feel like Che Guevara or Lord Byron or Karl Marx, fighting the system and leading a revolution for change. But he still wasn't sorry for pointing out the inequalities in the school.
He arrived at Ms. Hallowfen's office and forced himself not to slam open the door and come barreling in demanding better treatment. He paused and breathed, white knuckled grip on his backpack shoulder straps relaxing. Van tried to tell himself that this wouldn't be any worse than the essay had been. And it might even be better. Maybe by now, since time had passed since their argument and subsequent back and forth bad behavior, she had calmed down and would go easy on him. Not likely, Van thought. She was pretty intent on asserting her authority by diminishing his own sense of importance and value.
Bracing himself as best he could, Van knocked on the office door.