Part 2 of 2. Note: Eheheheheh. =_=

"You wanted to see me?" Brinda asked, peering into the administrative office.
"Ah! Brinda! Yes!" Darren looked up from what he was doing, which seemed to be nothing at all. He hastily shoved something under his desk and stood up, clearing the mess on his desk with one accidental sweep of his hand. "Come in, have a seat."
The assistant Home Economics teacher nervously edged into the room. It had a Reputation and as with many rumours in MACademy, she had no way of verifying whether it was substantiated.
"What did you want to see me about?" She asked, gingerly sitting down on a plush chair. Darren liked his luxuries... luxurious. The office oozed style and substance like a bad odour and most, if not all the teachers did not like to stay in it for very long.
He smiled beatifically at her, not saying a word and letting her stew in the silence. She fidgeted nervously. Being the subject of such intense scrutiny was nerve-wracking.
"Do you want a new office?" He asked suddenly, twirling a pen in his hand with a manic grin.
Brinda was shocked, but pleasantly so. "Yeah. Sure. I'd love one." She looked troubled for a moment. "I thought none of the offices were free." She asked him suspiciously.
"Well. There is one now." The clerk grinned like a cat that had got the cream. "Ghag had an unfortunate accident."
"Oh. Is that so." Brinda said faintly. And then, "I'll take it!"
"Cool." The grin never left his face and frankly, it was getting kind of creepy. "Here." He handed her a single gleaming silver key and looked at her expectantly.
She grabbed it from his outstretched hand and bolted out of the room like a bat out of hell, not even bothering to find out the location of her new office. She'd had enough of this room to last her a lifetime.
Part 1 of 2. Part 2 coming up soon(ish). ^_^

Brinda-sensei was having a wonderful day.
The train wasn't crowded, she had finished grading all her tests and Reesha had come bearing good news (more like charged down the hallways screaming it at the top of her lungs). Her favourite developers had a new game lined up for launch and there was much rejoicing in the staff room.
“I have been waiting for this one for so long.” Gauri said breathlessly as she flopped down in her chair, two glasses of Coke in hand, one of which she offered to her colleague. The school rules did not permit parties, celebrations or happiness of any sort, but the female teachers had made a concession for the occassion and purchased a bottle of fizzy from the newly installed vending machines. Everyone only got a sip, but hey, it was the thought that counted.
Brinda sipped her drink as she listened to her fellow teacher ramble on about everything and nothing, nodding politely whenever needed, but presently the conversation turned to keys. Apparently you could get drunk on Coke if you tried hard enough.
“I keep losing mine!” she whined and Brinda patted her sympathetically on the shoulder. “I hate having to sneaking into my own office every other day!”
The teacher's offices were on the topmost floor, windows facing the empty sports fields with state-of-the-art locks attached to the doors and meancing looking security officers on patrol to deter any ideas of breaking in to steal question papers or school secrets. They were accorded to the senior staff and Gauri had had hers only for a week. It was a closet compared to the Principal's office but it overlooked the swimming pools and Brinda had liked it immensely. There was still time for her to get one but the Creative Writing teacher had offered to speed up the process if she helped with the 'Get Pushkar-sensei fired' plan. But the Assistant Home Economics Teacher had declined the offer.
“Do you have a spare?” Brinda asked thoughtfully, a germ of an idea forming in her mind.
Gauri nodded enthusiastically, showing the two keys she had tied around her neck with a bit of string. “I was given three” she explained. “I lost two but found one of them in my shoe. Haven't managed to locate the other one yet.”
“Maybe I could hold on to one of those for you.” the taller woman offered.
Gauri gave her a doubtful look. “I wouldn't want to impose” she said slowly but before her friend could assure her that it was no imposition at all, she flashed her a quick grin, deposited one of the keys in her hand and squeezed her in a tight hug. “Thanks ever so much! I wouldn't know what to do without you! Anyway, I've got to go. Also, Darren said he wanted to see you.” Saying this, she scampered off to parts unknown leaving Brinda to frown at the tiny, innocous-looking object in her hands.
She sighed as she slipped it in her wallet resolving to speak to Gauri about the specifics of their arrangement soon. She had a grumpy clerk (or administrative assistant, as he styled himself) to meet and had a feeling that he would not like to be kept waiting.

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Chapter 1

Brinda's Birthday Special part1 part2

Chapter 1

Jul. 27th, 2013 08:31 pm
Note: Posting it here cuz I have no wish to deal with the copyright tangle that is Suckerberg's creation.
And I don't want this becoming public. Discretion would be appreciated.


Mei Tanaka slunk down the hallways with an unease that betrayed many of her ilk. She wasn't paralyzed by fear as a few others would have been but it would have been expecting too much of human nature to expect her to be completely fearless. She was a transfer student, not the first to walk down these hallowed halls and definitely not the last, but she was the only one in the middle of the academic year and she had no comfort of a familiar face, or even for that matter, an unfamiliar one to keep her company.
The corridor was completely empty.
Not a very unusual sight during class timings or even before school started, she couldn't fathom why there wasn't a single soul in sight. The clerk had told her to show up at 9 so someone could give her a proper tour, helpfully drawing her a map but he needn't have bothered. The fountain, undoubtedly the site of regular dunkings, was very hard to miss.
She took a seat on the cold metal bench in the small courtyard where the fountain was located, figuring she'd wait for her escort there instead of trying to give herself an orientation tour. Minutes turned to hours as wandered about the small patch of greenery and introduced herself to the koi fish in the pond. A bizzare fusion of East-meets-West, she decided not to question it. The MACademy was known for its gentle eccentricities the same way a rabid pitbull was known for not liking water but it was an accepted fact that it was one of the best institutes for education in the country.
Growing frustrated, she checked the time again, deciding to leave if no one showed up in the next ten minutes. But just then, a shout drew her attention. A short figure with a lot of hair waddled down the hallway, one ear in the firm grip of an even shorter person screaming something about fruits.
“You damned irresponsible Melon!” the shorter person growled as she (Mei could make out it was a woman, or at least, feminine in nature) gave him a shake. “You were supposed to be here an hour ago.”
“I am sorry!” the... Melon(!?) howled as the woman finally stopped her charge and landed to a sudden stop in front of a very surprised transfer student.
“Good Morning” Mei said politely, suddenly remembering her manners as she assessed the newcomers. They looked nothing like students, she realized as she gave them a once over. The woman was short, coming only upto her chest, and looked familiar. The man looked nothing like a melon she decided, too skinny for one, and had funny hair. If she squinted, she thought while he rubbed his abused ear, he looked like an over-turned broomstick.
“You must be the transfer student.” the woman smiled suddenly and her grin was sunshine and sparkles. “I would stay and chat but I have some other work to do. This is the counselor. He will be your guide for the day.” she gave the wary man a painful looking pat on the back and zoomed off, charging down the corridor with Intent and Purpose to dispense justice as she saw fit.
Mei blinked after the rapidly retreating figure but was drawn out of her reverie by a very deliberate clearing of throat. “I am Anirudh Melon. Menon, I mean. I will be your escort for the day.” And he started walking, throwing her a look over his shoulder when she did not make a move to go after him. She followed him as he spoke, keeping pace with the easy stride he set, feigning attention whenever he turned to look at her.
The tour wasn't really necessary, she realised as they turned more and more corners. The layout was far from confusing and every corridor had a large map, pin-pointing the exact location of the viewer every two steps. He had refused to comment when she asked him their purpose, mumbling something about blondes and sisters and back-breaking labour. She had given up questioning him after a few innocous queries here and there which had received roundabout replies and let him continue his rambling which consisted mostly of bad jokes and terrible puns.
A few sharp turns later, she realized that this was no meandering examination of rooms and corridors that looked copy-pasted over a few times but a march down the very same hallways with a Destination in mind. Her guide practically rushed down tiled floors in his haste to get wherever he had in mind and she regretted not paying enough attention to figure out what triggered this mad rush. Still she followed him, unsure of what else to do. And finally after a lot of rushing (running in the school halls was forbidden) they arrived at their destination.
Mei could literally hear the background music as the counselor gazed up almost reverently at what had led them here. The Fruit, as she had begun to refer to him in her own head, seemed to have completely forgotten about the student he had to babysit for a day in favour of an inanimate object. She studied it a bit closer, hoping for some clue as to the reason of his fascination with it. Maybe it held the cure to cancer or the answer to Life's Ultimate Question. But, she realized with a sinking feeling, that did not seem very likely.
It was a vending machine.
“It is a vending machine!” he was exclaiming into a phone which he had managed to whip out when she was busy examining the aforementioned object. “It really is a vending machine! Next to my office.” He was nearly in tears.
“Yeah, Happy Birthday” the other person on the phone waved off his gratitude with the air of a person unused to being on the business end of such gushings.
“My birthday is not for another four months.” Melon mentioned off-handedly and just when Mei thought he would say goodbye, the gushings began again. “It has Bournville and Dairy milk and junk food and Thumbs up!”
“Yeah good.” the person on the other end of the line said in a tone of finality that screamed 'shut up or else.' Mei was inclined to agree.
“Ummm” she cleared her throat then shook him by the shoulder when he was too busy figuring out the little buttons on the side. “The timetable says I have my first class in ten minutes and I still don't know where my class is.”
“Oh. That.” he looked confused, unsure of why he still had a tail when he had already Dispensed his Duty. “We passed it two turns ago.” He made a waving motion and went back to his phone call. “Yeah I'll get the Thumbs up. Want anything else? You wanted to eat mints yesterday, right?” After a frown at what was clearly a negative reply, he cut the call and began making his way up the stairs. Mei hadn't the heart to tell him that waving the bottle around like that was not a good idea. He and his friend would find that out soon enough.
She let out a little snort at the mental image and turned around. There was a class that needed attending, classmates-to-be that needed meeting and and Introduction that needed making.
First days were vital to the rest of the school life and she was not going to mess up one of the most important rituals in a transfer student's career. All that practice in the shower would not go to waste.
Let those sniggers come. Mei Tanaka was a prepared woman.


Aurelia, please draw me some pretty pictures to go with this?



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