Post by Lets_Eat_Paste on Feb 16, 2013 19:55:55 GMT -6
Charlotte Babineaux
The man’s face blanched slightly, but Bernadette seemed to squirm uncomfortably, anxious to get his hands off of her. At last, the man released her and Bernadette, like a bat out of hell, ran to Charlotte’s side, cringing behind her back. Charlotte didn’t blame her, really. If an odd man had grabbed her shoulder at the age of fifteen at a science museum, Charlotte would be upset, too. That is, after she spat in the man’s face and lodged her knee into his gut. She just hoped that Bernadette’s parents didn’t send her an influx of angry e-mails demanding that Charlotte lose her job over an unfortunate encounter with a stranger on a field trip.
"Ma'am, I assure you there is no need for the authorities?" The man said and Charlotte raised an eyebrow.
“Then explain yourself.” Her eyes narrowed and her voice dropped to a deadly growl. This man was going to give her a satisfactory answer or she was going to call the museum security for aid.
"She stepped out into the street just as a bus was about to go by and I pulled her back. I was simply making sure she was okay. I'm only trying to help."
“Help?!” cried Bernadette, “I saw the bus, you dip-sh*t! I wasn’t going to walk into it. I was fine!” Charlotte stifled a laugh at the outburst. Bernadette was a quiet, well behaved student who didn’t have an angry bone in her body, and here she was swearing and yelling at a strange, grown man. She was proud of her, but didn’t want her behavior to cause the mess to get even more of line.
“Bernadette, if you’d be so kind as to get on the bus and tell Monsieur Bordeaux that I will be there shortly?” Charlotte asked, her voice smooth and professional. Bernadette nodded before shooting the stranger a venomous look.
Once her student was out of earshot, she put her hands on her hips, waiting for a better explanation. “You heard her. She said she was fine. I sincerely doubt a salutatorian like Bernadette would step in front of a bus. I don’t see why you felt it was your duty to ‘save’ her. Care to enlighten me?”
The man’s face blanched slightly, but Bernadette seemed to squirm uncomfortably, anxious to get his hands off of her. At last, the man released her and Bernadette, like a bat out of hell, ran to Charlotte’s side, cringing behind her back. Charlotte didn’t blame her, really. If an odd man had grabbed her shoulder at the age of fifteen at a science museum, Charlotte would be upset, too. That is, after she spat in the man’s face and lodged her knee into his gut. She just hoped that Bernadette’s parents didn’t send her an influx of angry e-mails demanding that Charlotte lose her job over an unfortunate encounter with a stranger on a field trip.
"Ma'am, I assure you there is no need for the authorities?" The man said and Charlotte raised an eyebrow.
“Then explain yourself.” Her eyes narrowed and her voice dropped to a deadly growl. This man was going to give her a satisfactory answer or she was going to call the museum security for aid.
"She stepped out into the street just as a bus was about to go by and I pulled her back. I was simply making sure she was okay. I'm only trying to help."
“Help?!” cried Bernadette, “I saw the bus, you dip-sh*t! I wasn’t going to walk into it. I was fine!” Charlotte stifled a laugh at the outburst. Bernadette was a quiet, well behaved student who didn’t have an angry bone in her body, and here she was swearing and yelling at a strange, grown man. She was proud of her, but didn’t want her behavior to cause the mess to get even more of line.
“Bernadette, if you’d be so kind as to get on the bus and tell Monsieur Bordeaux that I will be there shortly?” Charlotte asked, her voice smooth and professional. Bernadette nodded before shooting the stranger a venomous look.
Once her student was out of earshot, she put her hands on her hips, waiting for a better explanation. “You heard her. She said she was fine. I sincerely doubt a salutatorian like Bernadette would step in front of a bus. I don’t see why you felt it was your duty to ‘save’ her. Care to enlighten me?”
