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ways_back_room2011-09-29 09:44 am
thebattycakes) wrote in ways_back_room2011-09-29 09:44 am
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What? No DE AGAIN?
What a bunch of slackers y'all are. Pfft.
It's a sad day when Battycakes has to get up early(ish) and take the reins for the DE.
Actually, it's a happy day! Not the getting up early(ish) thing, that stinks, but I don't think I've ever done the DE. So yaaay!
Ack, now I'm nervous. What do I do? What do I do?
OH! I know! Let's go with an oldie but a goodie that seems to bring all the boys (and girls) to the yard!
PROMPT FIC TIIIIIIIME! \o/
And to make it easy on you lazy (and busy) folks, lets make it three sentence fic.
Feel free to abuse punctuation and make it your bitch (or forget the three sentence barrier and go nuts)!
So:
Post in your pups and people will tag them with pairings and/or prompts; be it a word, song lyric, or situation, whatever. Then, fill the prompt with a three (or more) sentence ficcage! Laa!
Easy, no? Fun, yes?
Aright then, let's go get 'em!
[P.S. Someone fill in those empty happy hour spots. It makes me sad to see no shifts taken, but I haven't the time myself. Pick someone fun and new and roll with it! Meet new folks! Have wacky hijinks! Doooo eeeeeet!]
It's a sad day when Battycakes has to get up early(ish) and take the reins for the DE.
Actually, it's a happy day! Not the getting up early(ish) thing, that stinks, but I don't think I've ever done the DE. So yaaay!
Ack, now I'm nervous. What do I do? What do I do?
OH! I know! Let's go with an oldie but a goodie that seems to bring all the boys (and girls) to the yard!
PROMPT FIC TIIIIIIIME! \o/
And to make it easy on you lazy (and busy) folks, lets make it three sentence fic.
Feel free to abuse punctuation and make it your bitch (or forget the three sentence barrier and go nuts)!
So:
Post in your pups and people will tag them with pairings and/or prompts; be it a word, song lyric, or situation, whatever. Then, fill the prompt with a three (or more) sentence ficcage! Laa!
Easy, no? Fun, yes?
Aright then, let's go get 'em!
[P.S. Someone fill in those empty happy hour spots. It makes me sad to see no shifts taken, but I haven't the time myself. Pick someone fun and new and roll with it! Meet new folks! Have wacky hijinks! Doooo eeeeeet!]
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Now, she sits, fidgeting, mind abuzz as she navigates the counselor's questions with practiced ease. Yes, she's getting along well with the other kids. No, they're not giving her a hard time. Yes, I'm still comfortable with the work load I'm given, and I can understand what the teacher's teaching me. ohgodwhycan'tIstopstaringatthecheerleadersinthoseskirts?
Shit.
Did she just say that out loud?
From the look the counselor is giving her, that's a resounding yes.
Shit.
Well, she supposes that if there's anyone to talk to about this, this is it, her father hasn't exactly been around since her mother died.
Both adult and student look at one another for a long moment, with varying degrees of embarrassment before the counselor begins a little awkwardly, and picks up steam. After some prompting from the older woman, she's informed that there's nothing wrong with her at all, that it's okay that she's attracted to girls as well.
("You are who you are, and nothing's going to change that, no matter what anyone else says")
The talk stretches past their usual time slot, as Remy asks tentative questions, and the older woman answers to the best of the abilities. Nonetheless, she leaves the office feeling much better, and a handful of pamphlets stuffed into her bag.
Pfff. Who said school counselors were useless?