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The Tragedy Of Life
by Elena Haf Williams
16/04/12
16/04/12
Let me paint the picture for you.
Christina, preferably known as Chris to the distaste of her mother, was in love. Not just love but a dangerous, infatuated love and not only just with a man but with a man of great power. He was of average height, with average dark hair and an average sized body for a man of his age, which Chris estimated to be about 35 give or take a few years.
But what Chris found annoying was that she was never really attracted to men. Nor women for that matter. She couldn't care less about all those crazy relationships her friends got into which led to underage pregnancy, disease, sudden bouts of crying on the phone at two o'clock in the morning, and in one case suicide. She didn't want that to happen to her, so she decided to quit the desire to find her one true love and decided to concentrate on her career, which irritated her mother even more.
Her mother went ballistic when she told her of her plan of action. She raged on about how she needed to have grand-kids in her life, and how she didn't raise her to be this way, and what would her father think if he was alive today. She even asked her whether she was gay at one point to which Chris replied, "so what if I was, what would you do then? Execute me! Jesus Christ mum, it's the 21st century...live with it!" So eventually her mum let her go for a few years at least. She still begged for grand-kids which made Chris even more reluctant to give her some.
Anyway I went off topic...where was I? Oh yes. Morgan. That was his name. Morgan Jones, principle of little red roses primary school for ages 5 to 10. Oh didn't I say that Chris was a primary school teacher? I guess it's a bit unbelievable when I told you what she is like but really, where's a better place to get away from adults than in a primary school where you spend most of your time with little children that don't judge you for who you are. And you get to play with paint all day! What more could you want?
The fever took her when she first met Morgan, about a month ago, when it was his first day at school. He had come in to be the principle from another school when the previous principle had retired. They needed new blood to stir the cauldron of lazy teachers.
They met at assembly where the teachers and pupils had arranged a little welcome show for the new head teacher. Her kids had been preparing a cute little drama, pretending to be the teachers in a scene where they introduced who their characters were. She was nervous, like ill nervous.
They were only a group of 5 of her class who pretended to be her, Miss Davies, Sir Hughes, Sir Thomas and Mrs Merry. The rest of the class had to write and direct the drama, to get everyone involved in the day, and they were to practise in their own time. So she had only been allowed to see their drama once, the day before, and for kids, it was great. Just needed it to go great on the day too. This did nothing to her nervous tummy.
And it did. Well, the kids did really well but as they were acting it out she couldn't help but to look over at where Morgan sat. He seemed to be loving it, laughed at all the right places, even when they forgot their lines and needed her to mouth the words for them from across the stage. At the end of their act he stood up to applaud them, it was one of the proudest moment of her teaching career, then they wanted her on the stage...that's when everything went wrong.
She hated going on stage and being the centre of attention at the best of times, but she needed to do this for her kids, they would only tease her if she didn't. That bubbling feeling came to her tummy again, dread settling in. She started up the tiny stairs that led to the stage, where the kids and he were, waiting for her to come up. She was climbing the stairs when suddenly gravity disappeared from under her as she fell up the stairs, hair flying everywhere, skirt revealing everything, but then he was there. Holding her up like a worn out rag doll.
Beneath her hair, she looked up to the man that was to be her boss, her face as purple as a beetroot. Looking up to his eyes, his soft brown eyes that made her feel dizzy, made her stomach do backflips, made her legs go jelly...made her throw up right down his expensive looking suit and tie and shoes, right in front of the whole assembly.
And so it began. She decided to avoid him, but that seemed impossible when you work at the same place and he's your boss. Whenever she saw him, she either panicked and dropped whatever she was holding or squeaked whenever he asked her something in the morning meeting. It was frustrating for her.
She got that sick feeling whenever she was around him. His eyes would just stop her in her tracks and made all comprehensive thought whizz through her mind and out through her ears. But then she would take sneak peaks at him as he ate his lunch on the teachers table, she couldn't help herself. She would be eating yogurt and he would suddenly ask her something, to join in the conversation he was having or making a joke and she would choke on her yogurt.
It was humiliating!
Women of her age weren't meant to act like horny teenage girls. Horny women yes...not this pathetic can't talk, can't breathe thing. Jesus Christ. What was the matter with her? She decided it was time to tell Molly. The sister that gave her mother some grand-kids and lifted the pressure off of Chris to give her some.
They decided to go for coffee with little Alfie in tow.
"What? He's your boss?" Shouted Molly across the shop.
"Shut up! And yes he is...that's what I'm trying to tell you, this is my problem. I don't have problems like this, other people do but not me! I'm a complete tit around him Mol! Like seriously, I mumble shit about shit whenever he asks me, my brain buggers off somewhere! What do I do? You know about this crap, with the amount of boyfriends you've had."
"That makes me sound like a complete whore, I've only had about six maybe eight in my lifetime."
"Including Matt?"
"Ok nine with Matt. But he was the real deal. Those others were just testing the waters as they say," she shrugged as she prepared Alfie's milk for him.
"That's a lot of waters Mol."
"Shut up, you're not one to talk. How many mans lives have you played with?"
"That was only for fun, testing the waters...ha!"
"One mocha and one gingerbread latte?" said the waiter as he bought them their coffees.
"Thanks lovely! The gingerbread latte is mine." It was Chris' favourite coz it didn't taste like coffee.
"Anyway so this Morgan guy, what's he like?" Molly picked up Alfie as he was starting to squirm for his milk.
"I don't know he's a man." she said slurping on her latte
"Describe him dumbass!"
"Dark hair, lovely dark eyes the colour of chocolate, a body that's probably very fine underneath that sexy suit of his and an ass so squeezable people could die just to touch it. Oh he's perfect. For a man. Dammit why is he so perfect, men are stupid I've already taught my kids that, I should know that."
"Sounds like you got the love bug! Awww my little sister, finally in love. When's the wedding?"
"Shut up you! I'm not ready to succumb to mother's need of grandchildren yet, not like you, you fell like a pile of potatoes!"
"I wouldn't have Alfie otherwise!" she kissed him on his tiny pink nose and he giggled.
"True...I don't know what to do. I'm a complete mess!"
"Chris? Christina Addison is that you?"
She knew that voice. That voice plagued her dreams, her daydreams and her actual days. The voice that sounded so silky and smooth and mannish that it made her legs go all wobbly and her mind turn to mulch. She couldn't believe it, he was here too. She couldn't get away from him. He was everywhere. Why was he here. To get coffee? Nah can't be that...
"Hey Morgan..." she managed to croak something out at least.
He came into view of her and her sister and he was as gorgeous as ever. She managed to introduce him to Molly and Molly invited him to sit down and join them.
Molly decided to break the tension and asked him where he was from, giving chris time to breathe and gather herself up.
"I'm from Wales originally but my family uprooted me here when I was still in school but we've got a little cottage for the summer and winter in Wales for holidays and that, which I love to go to to write and paint."
"You paint?" squeaked Chris behind her latte.
"On my time off yes, I love it. I initially wanted to be an art teacher but I didn't like the strictness of it so became a primary school teacher instead!"
"Chris paints too. She's fantastic at it, you should see them sometime."
"I should." he said as he looked into her eyes captivating her.
"Do you know the area much?"
"Not really I could do with a guide. Or at least tell me of a good enough restaurant I should go to, and not go to saying that!" he laughed.
Even his laugh was perfect. His face was so cute when he laughed. He seemed so childlike. Chris sighed.
"Chris could show you around if you like? I need to take Alfie back home so you can take over the entertainment when I go?" She looked intensely at Chris, motioning her to say something.
"Umm sure I'll show you around I guess, don't want you going to the wrong side of the tracks now do we?" She laughed feebly.
He laughed too.
Chris couldn't decide whether to throw up again or be excited. She decided to be excited. She didn't want a repeat of the assembly situation. She silently cursed her sister under her breath and racked her brains on where to show him first.
She hadn't the faintest idea where to start!
***
Christina, preferably known as Chris to the distaste of her mother, was in love. Not just love but a dangerous, infatuated love and not only just with a man but with a man of great power. He was of average height, with average dark hair and an average sized body for a man of his age, which Chris estimated to be about 35 give or take a few years.
But what Chris found annoying was that she was never really attracted to men. Nor women for that matter. She couldn't care less about all those crazy relationships her friends got into which led to underage pregnancy, disease, sudden bouts of crying on the phone at two o'clock in the morning, and in one case suicide. She didn't want that to happen to her, so she decided to quit the desire to find her one true love and decided to concentrate on her career, which irritated her mother even more.
Her mother went ballistic when she told her of her plan of action. She raged on about how she needed to have grand-kids in her life, and how she didn't raise her to be this way, and what would her father think if he was alive today. She even asked her whether she was gay at one point to which Chris replied, "so what if I was, what would you do then? Execute me! Jesus Christ mum, it's the 21st century...live with it!" So eventually her mum let her go for a few years at least. She still begged for grand-kids which made Chris even more reluctant to give her some.
Anyway I went off topic...where was I? Oh yes. Morgan. That was his name. Morgan Jones, principle of little red roses primary school for ages 5 to 10. Oh didn't I say that Chris was a primary school teacher? I guess it's a bit unbelievable when I told you what she is like but really, where's a better place to get away from adults than in a primary school where you spend most of your time with little children that don't judge you for who you are. And you get to play with paint all day! What more could you want?
The fever took her when she first met Morgan, about a month ago, when it was his first day at school. He had come in to be the principle from another school when the previous principle had retired. They needed new blood to stir the cauldron of lazy teachers.
They met at assembly where the teachers and pupils had arranged a little welcome show for the new head teacher. Her kids had been preparing a cute little drama, pretending to be the teachers in a scene where they introduced who their characters were. She was nervous, like ill nervous.
They were only a group of 5 of her class who pretended to be her, Miss Davies, Sir Hughes, Sir Thomas and Mrs Merry. The rest of the class had to write and direct the drama, to get everyone involved in the day, and they were to practise in their own time. So she had only been allowed to see their drama once, the day before, and for kids, it was great. Just needed it to go great on the day too. This did nothing to her nervous tummy.
And it did. Well, the kids did really well but as they were acting it out she couldn't help but to look over at where Morgan sat. He seemed to be loving it, laughed at all the right places, even when they forgot their lines and needed her to mouth the words for them from across the stage. At the end of their act he stood up to applaud them, it was one of the proudest moment of her teaching career, then they wanted her on the stage...that's when everything went wrong.
She hated going on stage and being the centre of attention at the best of times, but she needed to do this for her kids, they would only tease her if she didn't. That bubbling feeling came to her tummy again, dread settling in. She started up the tiny stairs that led to the stage, where the kids and he were, waiting for her to come up. She was climbing the stairs when suddenly gravity disappeared from under her as she fell up the stairs, hair flying everywhere, skirt revealing everything, but then he was there. Holding her up like a worn out rag doll.
Beneath her hair, she looked up to the man that was to be her boss, her face as purple as a beetroot. Looking up to his eyes, his soft brown eyes that made her feel dizzy, made her stomach do backflips, made her legs go jelly...made her throw up right down his expensive looking suit and tie and shoes, right in front of the whole assembly.
And so it began. She decided to avoid him, but that seemed impossible when you work at the same place and he's your boss. Whenever she saw him, she either panicked and dropped whatever she was holding or squeaked whenever he asked her something in the morning meeting. It was frustrating for her.
She got that sick feeling whenever she was around him. His eyes would just stop her in her tracks and made all comprehensive thought whizz through her mind and out through her ears. But then she would take sneak peaks at him as he ate his lunch on the teachers table, she couldn't help herself. She would be eating yogurt and he would suddenly ask her something, to join in the conversation he was having or making a joke and she would choke on her yogurt.
It was humiliating!
Women of her age weren't meant to act like horny teenage girls. Horny women yes...not this pathetic can't talk, can't breathe thing. Jesus Christ. What was the matter with her? She decided it was time to tell Molly. The sister that gave her mother some grand-kids and lifted the pressure off of Chris to give her some.
They decided to go for coffee with little Alfie in tow.
"What? He's your boss?" Shouted Molly across the shop.
"Shut up! And yes he is...that's what I'm trying to tell you, this is my problem. I don't have problems like this, other people do but not me! I'm a complete tit around him Mol! Like seriously, I mumble shit about shit whenever he asks me, my brain buggers off somewhere! What do I do? You know about this crap, with the amount of boyfriends you've had."
"That makes me sound like a complete whore, I've only had about six maybe eight in my lifetime."
"Including Matt?"
"Ok nine with Matt. But he was the real deal. Those others were just testing the waters as they say," she shrugged as she prepared Alfie's milk for him.
"That's a lot of waters Mol."
"Shut up, you're not one to talk. How many mans lives have you played with?"
"That was only for fun, testing the waters...ha!"
"One mocha and one gingerbread latte?" said the waiter as he bought them their coffees.
"Thanks lovely! The gingerbread latte is mine." It was Chris' favourite coz it didn't taste like coffee.
"Anyway so this Morgan guy, what's he like?" Molly picked up Alfie as he was starting to squirm for his milk.
"I don't know he's a man." she said slurping on her latte
"Describe him dumbass!"
"Dark hair, lovely dark eyes the colour of chocolate, a body that's probably very fine underneath that sexy suit of his and an ass so squeezable people could die just to touch it. Oh he's perfect. For a man. Dammit why is he so perfect, men are stupid I've already taught my kids that, I should know that."
"Sounds like you got the love bug! Awww my little sister, finally in love. When's the wedding?"
"Shut up you! I'm not ready to succumb to mother's need of grandchildren yet, not like you, you fell like a pile of potatoes!"
"I wouldn't have Alfie otherwise!" she kissed him on his tiny pink nose and he giggled.
"True...I don't know what to do. I'm a complete mess!"
"Chris? Christina Addison is that you?"
She knew that voice. That voice plagued her dreams, her daydreams and her actual days. The voice that sounded so silky and smooth and mannish that it made her legs go all wobbly and her mind turn to mulch. She couldn't believe it, he was here too. She couldn't get away from him. He was everywhere. Why was he here. To get coffee? Nah can't be that...
"Hey Morgan..." she managed to croak something out at least.
He came into view of her and her sister and he was as gorgeous as ever. She managed to introduce him to Molly and Molly invited him to sit down and join them.
Molly decided to break the tension and asked him where he was from, giving chris time to breathe and gather herself up.
"I'm from Wales originally but my family uprooted me here when I was still in school but we've got a little cottage for the summer and winter in Wales for holidays and that, which I love to go to to write and paint."
"You paint?" squeaked Chris behind her latte.
"On my time off yes, I love it. I initially wanted to be an art teacher but I didn't like the strictness of it so became a primary school teacher instead!"
"Chris paints too. She's fantastic at it, you should see them sometime."
"I should." he said as he looked into her eyes captivating her.
"Do you know the area much?"
"Not really I could do with a guide. Or at least tell me of a good enough restaurant I should go to, and not go to saying that!" he laughed.
Even his laugh was perfect. His face was so cute when he laughed. He seemed so childlike. Chris sighed.
"Chris could show you around if you like? I need to take Alfie back home so you can take over the entertainment when I go?" She looked intensely at Chris, motioning her to say something.
"Umm sure I'll show you around I guess, don't want you going to the wrong side of the tracks now do we?" She laughed feebly.
He laughed too.
Chris couldn't decide whether to throw up again or be excited. She decided to be excited. She didn't want a repeat of the assembly situation. She silently cursed her sister under her breath and racked her brains on where to show him first.
She hadn't the faintest idea where to start!
***
