SoCS May 9/15 – My Sister

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This week’s prompt is NAME

My sister looked at me in disgust, which is a look I have come to expect from her.

‘We do have a name in this town,’ she stated.

I looked at her and curled an eyebrow in recognition of what she had said.

I knew where she was coming from; it was the same or had been for the past three weeks with her picking me up from our local cop shop.

An evening out in which I had planned to behave had somehow and I could never quite put my finger on it, gone badly from the moment I entered the Sailor’s Arms. I blamed the pub myself, they plied me with drinks and I am one never to say no to a drink or two.

Before I knew it here was my sister berating me once again for getting her out of bed in the middle of the night causing her twins to wake what with the racket I made when she brought me back to her place with the intention of sleeping it off, until next weekend was how it was looking.

‘You may not care Tim but our name is important in this town. Right now people look at me in the street and I can hear them whispering, “she’s the sister of that drunk Tim West, the poor woman has to rescue him each Saturday night after he’s disgraced himself in the local park or caused a fight outside the pub.” I’ve had enough Tim, this has to stop. Why are you doing this to yourself you used to be so in control.’

‘Its the kids they hate me.’

‘The kids? You have no kids.’

‘At school those kids, they despise the very ground I stand on.’

‘Tim you are so drunk you have no idea as to what you are saying.’

‘No I’m telling you they hate me enough to drive me to drink. They have won. I’m not going back. I resign.’

The sting across my cheek suddenly woke me into sobriety.

I stared at my sister in disbelief at what she had just done.

‘Tim, Monday morning, bright and early you will get your arse into gear and get back to school.’

‘You hit me.’ Was all I could mutter.

‘You hear me Tim, Monday morning, back you go, after all you are the Principal.’

Written for: http://lindaghill.com/2015/05/08/the-friday-reminder-and-prompt-for-socs-may-915/

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29 Responses to SoCS May 9/15 – My Sister

  1. Awesome last sentence!! LOL!!

  2. Blogger's avatar mandy says:

    So this is why you took early retirement, Michael? Haha-so funny! 😀

  3. Linda G. Hill's avatar LindaGHill says:

    Ha! Very nice use of the prompt. 😀

  4. Wow! what a story and I never expected that ending!!

  5. Nice twist. I actually had a principle we all hated. I can feel his pain.

  6. milliethom's avatar milliethom says:

    Great ending! If Principal West carries on in this unruly manner, there’ll be no students left at his school to teach – and rival schools will be bursting at the seams! Perhaps he should give some thought as to why the students all hated him. I do have some sympathy for him, you see. 🙂

  7. Tippy Gnu's avatar Glazed says:

    Now I feel sorry for that poor principal I tormented back in the day.

  8. Prajakta's avatar Prajakta says:

    😀 😀 The last line!! Super Michael…

  9. Hope Floats's avatar Hope Floats says:

    LOL I’m sure I made my Pricipal feel that way too 😉

  10. RoSy's avatar RoSy says:

    Long story short – Right now – the school principal at the elementary school os driving me to drink.

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