Well, I guess I don't have much of a choice. I did get a little done on it, but unfortunately I haven't been motivated on it like I should have been. I don't know why, it just felt like this whole thing is becoming more like work than fun lately, and I guess my attention has been on other projects because of that.
I would like to do the confrontation myself, because I have some interesting ideas (one is a 'somewhat' unexpected true form for Ms. Summers...the somewhat part is if you have been aware of a particular fad on the internet about a certain television show) and I have already gotten the meeting mentally planned out. I am planning on getting Mary's side as close as I can get to the original event, so anyone that was a bit uneasy with Mrs. Crawford's explanation would be happy.
The meeting with Tiffany is just to get her side of the story for now, and later toward the end of school is when the confrontation is going to happen. Remember that Mrs. Crawford's past explanations was just educated theories and that she herself doesn't believe that Ms. Summers would actually intentionally done anything bad to Tiffany, so keep everything peaceful and open-mind.
Here is what I have done so far, and if you felt like it, you can make some edit to it if you want.
[Off Topic: Oh, and I have to ask: have the name of Jon's school have been pick? Would it be Lake Point High School, or is it going to be something different? And, what is the name of the other school (this question is more out of curosity than anything else)?]
Iridescent Sun: Thursday Mysteries I
Morning, 7:30 AM
School Hallway
It was raining outside with a strong cold chill in the wind, which seems to be slowly getting worse, as Tiffany was heading toward her first class. Her day has been rather better since yesterday. She must admit, as much as it hurts her pride in doing so, talking to the counselor about her problems actually did felt like a lot of loads being lifted off her shoulders. And, she beginning to understand why her father did what he did, and felt ashamed for being so mean to him.
Even so, however, she still felt angry toward Ms. Summers when she was around her. Okay, Tiffany thought, she knew that she was being a 'monster', but it wasn't like she was actually going to hurt anyone. It is true that she might have taken it a little too far with scaring everyone like that, but still, she knew that killing anyone would bring her more troubles than she really needed. And, she didn't mean to actually tear a hole in space like that...actually, she wasn't even sure how in the heck she even done something like that in the first place...but, she didn't mean to. Nevertheless, she could never forget the pain and near-death state she had experience in that woman's hands.
'Well, at least I only have to deal with her in my History class.' Tiffany stopped pondering as she finally was able to enter into her Literature class. However, she didn't get the chance to head toward her assigned desk as the male Literature teacher stopped her. The teacher's changed wasn't really that noticeable, compared to most: he is just a plain tanned human figure, with long pointed ear that ended with a tuff of dark red fur, two big fangs on top among with normal human teeth, a furless tail that ended with another tuff of dark red fur, and nail-less claws. The oddest thing about him is that he seems to improve other people's creative process, which would make him a type of muse, though what kind is a bit of a mystery.
"Excuse me, Tiffany, but I was informed that your presence is require in the counselor office. Come anytime on break or afterschool to get your assignment...though, honestly it isn't really that much."
"O-oh, sure," Tiffany noted, curious to why she was needed at the counselor office. Maybe the Counselor wanted to talk some more with her, but then again, it was odd that she didn't come to her directly if that was the case. It must be very important, which really got her curious now, amongst with being a little worry as well. She waved the teacher goodbye and left toward the front office. The curiosity of the situation was really getting to her and she hates it.
She finally got to the front office and saw the secretary working on the computer. She has to admit that it was amazing that Ms. Freelance can actually type that skillful and that fast with those stubby fingers. She walked passed her, only waving hello to the Shisa Dog before going into the counselor office. She paused in confusion to find a living shadow woman beside the counselor. It took her a little time before she realized that it was the Vice Principal, Mrs. Crawford.
