Clouding Your Way To Story

Week Thirteen - Journal Two

Tanjee laughed to herself and turned the page in the book she was reading. Suddenly, she heard the front door slam.

“Jerry?” she called.

Silence. She listened for a second and still heard nothing.

The meeting with Mr. Brewster must not have gone well, she thought. She uncurled her legs from underneath her on the sofa and sighed. She hoped he had been direct with Mr. Brewster like she'd told him to be. He deserved that promotion.

“Jerry?” she called again. Since he hadn't come directly to the living room to tell her about the meeting, she went looking for him. He wasn't in the kitchen, nor anywhere downstairs, so he had to be in his study.

She made her way up the stairs and noticed that his door was closed, as usual. She knocked tentatively, and waited.

“Yeah?”

He didn't sound too happy. “May I come in, please?”

She thought she heard a “yes” underneath all the grumbling, so she twisted the knob and opened the door. Jerry was sitting at his desk with his head in his hands, eyes closed.

“So, I take it there is no good news.”

“He gave it to Peterson,” Jerry grumbled.

“What!? Joshua Peterson?!” Tanjee said, placing her hands on her hips.

“Yes, Tanjee, Joshua Peterson.”

“Jerry, you deserved that head coach position far more than Joshua Peterson! He can't coach shit! Did you make sure Brewster remembered all the great success you've had with the tennis team since you've been there?”

“Well, Tanjee he knows all those things, so -”

“Jerry, you should have brought all of that stuff up! I told you you had to go in there and take that job. You knew he didn't want to give it to you in the first place, even though you're by far the best candidate. Jerry, you should have been a man and claimed that job!”

Jerry looked up at Tanjee and could feel the blackness beginning to seep in. Who did she think she was to talk to him like that? He had had a bad enough evening already and she was only making it worse.

“Tanjee, could you please leave me alone?” he asked, gritting his teeth.

“No, I will not,” she said, folding her arms. “I think you should call Mr. Brewster and make him change his mind.”

“Tanjee, I really think you should leave me alone right now,” he said. He did not need her shit tonight.