A Quick Phone Call
A paper ball whizzed through the air, landing on Aydar’s desk. Aydar looked up from his stupor to see Billy O’Riley sitting across the room, eyes glazed over. Aydar tossed the paper ball into the trashcan and resumed staring out the window of the near empty classroom as Billy began to crumple up another sheet of schoolwork. This exchange had been going on for the past hour. The whole school was absent due to the sudden outbreak of boils in town, yet somehow Aydar and Billy had managed to avoid the unusual outbreak. Aydar was beginning to wonder if maybe having boils was preferable to this hell. Nobody to teach, nothing to do. He looked back at Billy right as another paper ball came whizzing through the air, smacking him in the forehead.
“30 minutes left,” Billy sighed, slumping down further in his chair. “Any exciting last minute lesson plans prof?” Aydar was about to respond with the same response he’d been feeding his few unlucky students all day -there was no lesson plan, psychology would have to wait until someone found a cure for the boils- but something stopped him. Aydar looked at the boxes full of documents stacked against the wall behind Billy.
“How would you like to put those paper crumpling skills to use? There are some documents I’ve been meaning to get rid of for some time.” Billy hopped out of his chair, eager to do something with a semblance of productivity. He began to looking through the boxes.
“What are these?” Billy asked, holding up a stack of papers.
“Memories: documents, letters, old assignments I took with me but didn’t have space for in my apartment.”
“You sure you want to throw them all away?”
“Yes. I came to the Foxberry with too much baggage and it’s about time I addressed it.”
“What about these?” Billy said, handing Aydar a stack of tightly bound letters. Aydar unfolded them, looking at the neat cursive inside. He grinned and stuffed the letters in his jacket pocket.
“I’ll keep these, but can I trust you to stay here alone for a second? There’s someone I need to call.”
Once in the hallway, Aydar pulled out his phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi mama. How would you like to come visit the Foxberry?”
“30 minutes left,” Billy sighed, slumping down further in his chair. “Any exciting last minute lesson plans prof?” Aydar was about to respond with the same response he’d been feeding his few unlucky students all day -there was no lesson plan, psychology would have to wait until someone found a cure for the boils- but something stopped him. Aydar looked at the boxes full of documents stacked against the wall behind Billy.
“How would you like to put those paper crumpling skills to use? There are some documents I’ve been meaning to get rid of for some time.” Billy hopped out of his chair, eager to do something with a semblance of productivity. He began to looking through the boxes.
“What are these?” Billy asked, holding up a stack of papers.
“Memories: documents, letters, old assignments I took with me but didn’t have space for in my apartment.”
“You sure you want to throw them all away?”
“Yes. I came to the Foxberry with too much baggage and it’s about time I addressed it.”
“What about these?” Billy said, handing Aydar a stack of tightly bound letters. Aydar unfolded them, looking at the neat cursive inside. He grinned and stuffed the letters in his jacket pocket.
“I’ll keep these, but can I trust you to stay here alone for a second? There’s someone I need to call.”
Once in the hallway, Aydar pulled out his phone.
“Hello?”
“Hi mama. How would you like to come visit the Foxberry?”
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