The Pariah 1.4

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‘Samantha, isn’t that your chemistry teacher?’

‘Samantha! You will not speak one more word, you hear me? How unfortunate Sir Conall is to have you for a daughter! Hand me that phone of yours and get out of my classroom, now!’

‘Mrs. Laura? Yes. She is. What happened to her?’ asked Samantha, looking at her teacher’s picture in the Times. ‘Oh! Isn’t she pretty?’

‘But ma’am, I wasn’t doing anything. She was. I was just – ’

‘Get out! Now! And don’t attend my classes for another week!’

‘Well, she was pretty. She…she got mugged last evening and the police believe that the mugger looted her money, her phone –’

‘– my phone.’

‘What!’ spurted Mrs. Grace Conall and put down her orange juice.

‘My phone. Mrs. Laura confiscated my phone yesterday,’ said the Proud Vulture, her purple eyes cold and her innocent mouth controlled.

‘What in the name of Sam Hill were you doing with the phone?’

‘Sophie was watching the Devil’s Advocate. You know, the part where Al Pacino talks about God. “Let me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He’s a prankster – ’

‘During the cla…’

‘Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do – ’

‘Sam! Why didn’t you tell your father –’

‘I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It’s the goof of all time…”’

‘Samantha! Stop!’ yelled Mrs. Conall and pushed back her chair.

‘Samantha! Stop! Please don’t do this to me. Please. Here, you can have your phone back. Please, let me go!’

‘You think I don’t have any feelings? You think I don’t feel embarrassed when you scold me in front of my friends? You think I don’t feel guilty? You think I’m not human?’

‘No! I…I didn’t say that.’

‘You think my father should be ashamed to have me for a daughter? You think I’m worthless? You mean to say I’m not a normal girl?’

‘Samantha, I think you should talk to your father. I think – no…no…no!’

‘Burn in hell you faggot! May this pretty face of yours be never seen again…not by anyone else. Not even by you. Let us see how your father would feel when you die!’

‘Samantha! Why didn’t you tell your father about this incident?’

‘Because I didn’t think it was a big deal. I thought she’d return it to me today.’

‘It isn’t a big deal? A high school girl…’

‘Mom! Enough! I’m sorry. I forgot! I-I wanted to meet Duncan. I didn’t want dad to find out that I was thrown out of class and I…’

‘You were thrown! That’s it, I’m calling dad,’ said Mrs. Conall exasperatedly and pushed the chair back.

‘Mom, you don’t want to.’

Mrs. Conall started at her daughter for a brief second, her purple eyes looking right into her very soul, and then she walked inside the mansion.

‘Mom…please. Today was the day Whisper went missing. It’s…Dad’s agreed to buy me a new pup. Please.’

‘Well, looks like I you need to bury that thought,’ said the dashing woman in black heels and smirked at her daughter.

Bury?

‘Mom knows everything!’

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