Between the Prison and the Sewage Works by Maryline Suchley (e book reader android .TXT) 📕

room over an Indian takeaway, never saw the owner just an office manager. But they paid me so I didn’t give a shit, although did feel a little bad sending teachers to the Poly. That place really pisses me off; my bloody pigeon hole is always full of crap!’

‘Ladies and gentleman dinner is served,’ announced Steffi, please help yourselves to the buffet provided at the rear.

‘The buffet should have stayed at the rear,’ said the Manuelle teacher as they all lined up with the paper plates and plastic knives and forks.

‘Yep I see the dinner ladies have out done themselves this time, we have six different pies to choose from,’ Mara said sarcastically.

After dinner Steffi announced that there would be entertainment provided by herself and her companions from the amateur dramatics club, then a presentation from Jim Davison, followed by leaving speeches.

‘Can’t wait,’ whispered Mara to James.

Indeed the entertainment was entertainment. It was largely Steffi reciting scenes from Gone with the wind.

‘Mammy, here's Miss Scarlet's vittles,’ she cried.

This could only be described as a one woman show with two others, one of whom seemed to be running around after her with props and the other occasionally appearing with one liners.

Deon could be seen rolling his eyes and shaking his head like a thunderbird puppet.

After Steffi’s performance, there was a pitiful applaud. Jim quickly stepped up to the platform with a tyrannous grin.

‘Well what a year you’d have to agree. We have definitely been challenged through our teaching, professional relationships and in some cases personal relationships....’ Jim said turning to Mara with the later part of the sentence.

Jim continued to gloss over the events of the year focusing on the positives and the future.

He’s definitely in his element. Mara thought.

As he talked the teachers could be seen commenting and sniggering to each other.

‘Most are probably absconding,’ said Mara to James.

After the leaving speeches from those who had the courage to resign before the end of term Jim dismissed his minions.

‘Have a good summer everyone.’

‘So that’s the end of the Poly year,’ Mara smiled at James

Both Mara and James didn’t even bother to say adios, they got off the boat at embankment and walked arm in arm along the pavement.

‘Well Mara Thompson we have another adventure in Europe to look forward to now and somehow I think travelling with you won’t be boring.

 

 

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Imprint

Editing: carol Armstrong ans samatha Woodberry
Publication Date: 04-21-2013

All Rights Reserved

Dedication:
Of course I dedicate this book to my family. Thankyou Samantha and Carol for your help