MPC 73B: Before the Story
Apr 2, 2020 16:34:02 GMT
Post by littorio on Apr 2, 2020 16:34:02 GMT
“Miss Mazanti. Your flagent and repeated disruption to the school environment simply must end. How many times have we had this discussion now? Ten? Fifteen?” Ah what a familiar sight. The sixteen year old Littorio was sat, wearing the stuffy crimson blazier of her school, in a chair opposite the principal's desk. Said principal, a middle aged man with a monstrous moustache, sat upon the desk. It was a common trick he employed. Break down barriers of formality between himself and the student but given the drab nature of his office and suit it really did not work.
“Thirty to be exact, Mister Giordano.” Littorio’s lips curved into a sly grin, an expression of malicious mirth and arrogant amusement. She held the current school wide record for most visits to the principal's office and it was something she took a noticeable deal of pride in, not because she cared about the number but merely because it was proof her escapades were a point of frustration for at least one person. Of course there was always going to be the question of why and if Littorio knew her headmaster, she knew exactly what he was about to ask.
“Why do you (I) keep doing this?” Littorio mockingly matched her tutor almost word for word, changing only the pronouns to be more suitable, much to the frustration of Mr Giodano. His expression may have remained as cordial and calm as ever but Littorio had learned how to read the man very well. He had a strange tick of scratching his right wrist whenever he was even the slightest bit frustrated. It was amusing at the most and at the least it was all Littorio needed to know she was slowly breaking the man down.
“I don’t know why you always ask me that~ Haven’t I told you the truth every time you ask? Because it’s fun! To stave off the sheer absolute boredom of this school!” There was a barely stifled giggle behind Littorio’s delivery, the amused expression of elation that only one who took pleasure in humanity’s suffering...pshaaaaaaaaaw! Could one imagine Littorio being that way? The teenager leaned back in her chair, one leg folded over the other and a polite smile on her face which swiftly transitioned into a frown when the headmaster began to speak.
“Littorio……..we both know there’s something else to this. Skipping classes, refusal to complete class assignments, unauthorised absences, failure to complete homework. I have only been so lenient with you as your grades on your exams are simply astounding for a student in your position but this needs to end.” He paused to catch his breath, eyes scanning the room for his meeting calendar before resting upon his three o’clock faculty meeting before returning to Littorio.
“You will be graduating soon and I am here to assure you, as with all my students, get the best possible outcome from their time here so please, tell me why you have been acting out since day one?” Other teachers may have given up on Littorio, and in fact a handful of the faculty had opted to focus on more co-operative students than the Italian teenager.
“Ugh…...fine fine fine! If you’re going to be so insistent about it….anything to get this over with.” It was all an act. Littorio’s mock frustration, her suddenly absent jovial tone and the frustrated sigh were all just an act she put on to sucker this bleeding heart teacher into letting her get off mostly scot free.
“You know my parents are often...away right? Mom’s in the Navy and Dad’s a doctor so I don’t really get to spend much time with them. Anyway...I am sick and tired of them not being home! I want them to spend more time with me! I want them to raise me! I want to run home and actually see my parent’s faces when I finish school. I’d like to eat dinner with them! I barely get to see them on birthdays!” Littorio pouted, folding her arms in a depressed slump as she allowed the headmaster to absorb the truth of her feelings.
“I see...but your parents have talked to you about this correct?” Hook, line and sinker. Littorio contained and resisted the urge to smile at her success. To smile at this stage would give the game away and quite simply ruin everything, so like the good little “student who wanted her parent’s love” she was pretending to be, Littorio simply maintained her depressive pout. People’s good nature were always so easy to manipulate and take advantage of..ahahahahahahaha...
“I guess! Not that it changed anything! They just told me to stay in school, listen to my teachers, do what I was told and then everything continued on as always! I’m sick and tired of them expecting me to be the good little girl who obediently waits at home for parents who will never come.” With an exhausted sign Littorio ended her tirade, realising that while this was mostly an act there was definitely an element of truth to her frustrations. She did wish her parents were more present in her life but...if they were never present and did not care what she did, that meant Littorio could do anything she wanted right….?
“Hmmm…..” Mr Giodano paused, bringing his hand up to his chin, pondering just what exactly to do with the situation before him. Providing advice on one’s personal affairs was far out of his remit but….if they were affecting the school life of one of his students, then he definitely could at least try to mediate matters.
“Okay. This time I will not punish you or force you to attend any disciplinary sessions...however, it will be going into your record, I’ll pass on how you feel to your teachers and try to arrange an opportunity to discuss how you feel with your father at least.” A gentle smile, a supportive nod and a hand that offered a bowl of sweets. The headmaster may have felt that these acts of kindness were helping him form a rapport with Littorio but in truth she was just taking advantage of him.
“E-eh? I...don’t think that would really work...you know what my parents are like….” A subtle but audibly exasperated sigh slipped through the teenager’s lips, yet another part of the mask she wore. A rather tiny part of her felt bad for deceiving Mr Giodano but...well at the end of the day she valued her fun a lot more highly than she did her relationship with her headmaster. As he said, Littorio would be graduating soon and that would allow her to run away from any irksome consequences.
“....Well thanks…..” Littorio sheepishly took one of the offered sweets, stared at it but shook her head before returning it. That tiny sense of guilt gnawing away at her would not allow her to accept it. She had already dug herself a deep enough hole.
“Thirty to be exact, Mister Giordano.” Littorio’s lips curved into a sly grin, an expression of malicious mirth and arrogant amusement. She held the current school wide record for most visits to the principal's office and it was something she took a noticeable deal of pride in, not because she cared about the number but merely because it was proof her escapades were a point of frustration for at least one person. Of course there was always going to be the question of why and if Littorio knew her headmaster, she knew exactly what he was about to ask.
“Why do you (I) keep doing this?” Littorio mockingly matched her tutor almost word for word, changing only the pronouns to be more suitable, much to the frustration of Mr Giodano. His expression may have remained as cordial and calm as ever but Littorio had learned how to read the man very well. He had a strange tick of scratching his right wrist whenever he was even the slightest bit frustrated. It was amusing at the most and at the least it was all Littorio needed to know she was slowly breaking the man down.
“I don’t know why you always ask me that~ Haven’t I told you the truth every time you ask? Because it’s fun! To stave off the sheer absolute boredom of this school!” There was a barely stifled giggle behind Littorio’s delivery, the amused expression of elation that only one who took pleasure in humanity’s suffering...pshaaaaaaaaaw! Could one imagine Littorio being that way? The teenager leaned back in her chair, one leg folded over the other and a polite smile on her face which swiftly transitioned into a frown when the headmaster began to speak.
“Littorio……..we both know there’s something else to this. Skipping classes, refusal to complete class assignments, unauthorised absences, failure to complete homework. I have only been so lenient with you as your grades on your exams are simply astounding for a student in your position but this needs to end.” He paused to catch his breath, eyes scanning the room for his meeting calendar before resting upon his three o’clock faculty meeting before returning to Littorio.
“You will be graduating soon and I am here to assure you, as with all my students, get the best possible outcome from their time here so please, tell me why you have been acting out since day one?” Other teachers may have given up on Littorio, and in fact a handful of the faculty had opted to focus on more co-operative students than the Italian teenager.
“Ugh…...fine fine fine! If you’re going to be so insistent about it….anything to get this over with.” It was all an act. Littorio’s mock frustration, her suddenly absent jovial tone and the frustrated sigh were all just an act she put on to sucker this bleeding heart teacher into letting her get off mostly scot free.
“You know my parents are often...away right? Mom’s in the Navy and Dad’s a doctor so I don’t really get to spend much time with them. Anyway...I am sick and tired of them not being home! I want them to spend more time with me! I want them to raise me! I want to run home and actually see my parent’s faces when I finish school. I’d like to eat dinner with them! I barely get to see them on birthdays!” Littorio pouted, folding her arms in a depressed slump as she allowed the headmaster to absorb the truth of her feelings.
“I see...but your parents have talked to you about this correct?” Hook, line and sinker. Littorio contained and resisted the urge to smile at her success. To smile at this stage would give the game away and quite simply ruin everything, so like the good little “student who wanted her parent’s love” she was pretending to be, Littorio simply maintained her depressive pout. People’s good nature were always so easy to manipulate and take advantage of..ahahahahahahaha...
“I guess! Not that it changed anything! They just told me to stay in school, listen to my teachers, do what I was told and then everything continued on as always! I’m sick and tired of them expecting me to be the good little girl who obediently waits at home for parents who will never come.” With an exhausted sign Littorio ended her tirade, realising that while this was mostly an act there was definitely an element of truth to her frustrations. She did wish her parents were more present in her life but...if they were never present and did not care what she did, that meant Littorio could do anything she wanted right….?
“Hmmm…..” Mr Giodano paused, bringing his hand up to his chin, pondering just what exactly to do with the situation before him. Providing advice on one’s personal affairs was far out of his remit but….if they were affecting the school life of one of his students, then he definitely could at least try to mediate matters.
“Okay. This time I will not punish you or force you to attend any disciplinary sessions...however, it will be going into your record, I’ll pass on how you feel to your teachers and try to arrange an opportunity to discuss how you feel with your father at least.” A gentle smile, a supportive nod and a hand that offered a bowl of sweets. The headmaster may have felt that these acts of kindness were helping him form a rapport with Littorio but in truth she was just taking advantage of him.
“E-eh? I...don’t think that would really work...you know what my parents are like….” A subtle but audibly exasperated sigh slipped through the teenager’s lips, yet another part of the mask she wore. A rather tiny part of her felt bad for deceiving Mr Giodano but...well at the end of the day she valued her fun a lot more highly than she did her relationship with her headmaster. As he said, Littorio would be graduating soon and that would allow her to run away from any irksome consequences.
“....Well thanks…..” Littorio sheepishly took one of the offered sweets, stared at it but shook her head before returning it. That tiny sense of guilt gnawing away at her would not allow her to accept it. She had already dug herself a deep enough hole.
“Keep your chin up okay Littorio? I’ll catch up with you later.” He waved her out, opting to not comment on her refusal of the sweets. Littorio made her way home...eventually. She did stop at a local pizza joint to drown her guilt in the sweet delight of cheese pizza.
(1250 words. Can I have posts as a reward please?)