Post 1 of 3 of the "Choose an Amanda" fics
Amanda grabbed another balloon, opening it up and sucking some of the helium, her voice coming out super high-pitched and squeaky. "So then, the next day, I went into my apartment and there he was!" She let out a high-pitched giggle, letting out the rest of the helium. She took a deep breath in and said "whoa" softly as she sat down hard.
"You okay, Amanda?" Gideon said, his eyes so like his Dad's, curious and questioning and calculating all at once. "Should I get Zep and Dad?"
She took another deep breath, the light-headed feeling passing as the oxygen flooded her system. "I'm okay... I just felt really dizzy for a minute."
"Too much helium," Gideon grinned, "It made you high Amanda!"
She made a face for a second, then burst into peals of laughter.
She stomped into the school, crossing her arms protectively over her chest as she walked into the principal's office, slowing her gait so she didn't look like she was quite FUMING, though she was.
She got to the secretary's desk and leaned against it a little with her hip. she was feeling very VERY bloated and rather exhausted, if truth be told.
"Can I HELP you?" The secretary asked, looking over her glasses.
"Yes, I got a phone call to come down about Gideon?"
"Ah, you must be his...?" There was an obvious question at the end of it.
"His father's girlfriend, yes." She gave an almost scathing look, "His father is having a rough day and asked me to come down to take care of the situation. Whatever the situation might be."
"I'm afraid we can't talk to anyone who's not a parent or guardian..."
"Listen, lady, as far as you and this school are concerned? That's my SON. Now tell the principal I'm here. You really wouldn't want me to call John and wake him when he's having a rough day."
She crossed her arms tighter over her chest and stared down her nose at the other woman.
The secretary grabbed the phone and buzzed the office. "Mr. Hubber? Gideon's mother is here..."
"Serafina Hindle-Kramer!" Amanda said, her mouth dropping open, "what have you DONE?" She pinched the bridge of her nose, looking over the mess of powder and paint.
Sera looked up, her pout matching Amanda's exactly, her wide blue eyes so very John, the line of her cheeks and the dark eyelashes purely Zep. She was absolutely their daughter. "They BAD," she said, pointing to her dolls, "I teach them be good, Mommy." She picked up her rag doll, holding it up. "She VERY bad. Bit Molly." She held up another doll, very serious. "Molly cry, so I teach her. Say 'NO, Noni, NOT NICE' and put her here." she placed the doll down on the ground, then picked up a small something-or-other, putting it over her. "She bite THIS, learn no bite."
Amanda had stopped breathing somewhere in the midst of this speech, her eyes widening with every word and by the end, she was kneeling down by her four year old daughter, enthralled by the maturity of the simple ideas.
"You okay, Amanda?" Gideon said, his eyes so like his Dad's, curious and questioning and calculating all at once. "Should I get Zep and Dad?"
She took another deep breath, the light-headed feeling passing as the oxygen flooded her system. "I'm okay... I just felt really dizzy for a minute."
"Too much helium," Gideon grinned, "It made you high Amanda!"
She made a face for a second, then burst into peals of laughter.
She stomped into the school, crossing her arms protectively over her chest as she walked into the principal's office, slowing her gait so she didn't look like she was quite FUMING, though she was.
She got to the secretary's desk and leaned against it a little with her hip. she was feeling very VERY bloated and rather exhausted, if truth be told.
"Can I HELP you?" The secretary asked, looking over her glasses.
"Yes, I got a phone call to come down about Gideon?"
"Ah, you must be his...?" There was an obvious question at the end of it.
"His father's girlfriend, yes." She gave an almost scathing look, "His father is having a rough day and asked me to come down to take care of the situation. Whatever the situation might be."
"I'm afraid we can't talk to anyone who's not a parent or guardian..."
"Listen, lady, as far as you and this school are concerned? That's my SON. Now tell the principal I'm here. You really wouldn't want me to call John and wake him when he's having a rough day."
She crossed her arms tighter over her chest and stared down her nose at the other woman.
The secretary grabbed the phone and buzzed the office. "Mr. Hubber? Gideon's mother is here..."
"Serafina Hindle-Kramer!" Amanda said, her mouth dropping open, "what have you DONE?" She pinched the bridge of her nose, looking over the mess of powder and paint.
Sera looked up, her pout matching Amanda's exactly, her wide blue eyes so very John, the line of her cheeks and the dark eyelashes purely Zep. She was absolutely their daughter. "They BAD," she said, pointing to her dolls, "I teach them be good, Mommy." She picked up her rag doll, holding it up. "She VERY bad. Bit Molly." She held up another doll, very serious. "Molly cry, so I teach her. Say 'NO, Noni, NOT NICE' and put her here." she placed the doll down on the ground, then picked up a small something-or-other, putting it over her. "She bite THIS, learn no bite."
Amanda had stopped breathing somewhere in the midst of this speech, her eyes widening with every word and by the end, she was kneeling down by her four year old daughter, enthralled by the maturity of the simple ideas.