Sandra McCay
Nonchalantly the clack of a hand carved clock struck its rhythm disrupting any silence that had enveloped the room it had been hung up in. Sandra McCay sat to right of it. Its pattern was a familiar din to her as she looked down at a handful of papers she had within her hands glancing towards her computer for correspondence. The sound of the clock had always been within the office that she now occupied, it had once belonging to the founder of the Moorden School System. Like her desk, it was made of solid oak and pictured a small owl design. She often resented it.
The solid oak desk had a style that was falteringly old fashioned just like the padded chair she sat within. Its cushions were a vibrant red both at the back and seat. Yet they did little to actually comfort Sandra after many hours of scouring through paperwork and updating it onto the system with her computer. The walls were painted a similar red behind the bookcases that stood against them. The floor a polished light wood which showed some wear over the years just like the books on the shelves. Overall the office itself was quaint, not overly large but not small enough to make it seemed cramped with the few shelves that held papers instead of books. Not to mention the cabinets that arrayed the adjacent wall to Sandra’s desk all listed in alphabetical order.
On a regular day Sandra would be within this room filing through paperwork and arranging updates onto the system with the moors. She would write up her findings and her views to their placements before checking and monitoring the moors health and psychological well being. Today was thankfully a regular day; Sandra always feared that it wouldn’t be. That instead she would have to do the part of her job that she hated.
Forcing that from her mind Sandra looked ahead with a warm smile as she checked the information on her papers.
“So, Miss Ares” she paused as the girl that sat before her glared whilst she forced her smile to remain.
“You have made some improvements to your control on your violence towards others since we last met. That’s excellent news; may I ask how you are?” She put down the papers and intertwined her fingers leaning forward to hear the young moors response.
Ares was a very violent girl which was why she was dubbed Ares, It was clear to Sandra that she enjoyed to hurt people physically even if they were her classmates. She had seen in past sessions the sense of pride that the girl had felt at what she had done. It scared Sandra, there were Moors who were like this but they were rare. It scared her knowing that if anything were to go wrong she would have no way of fighting back, no way of protecting herself against these.. these unhappy used children.
“Im fine, never better actually” Ares snided at Sandra in mockery “I got assigned my future partner last week, seems like a nice girl, I’m going to have fun with her” the look she had then made Sandra clench her hands tight. Ares meant harm to her partner, she wouldn’t be the first.
“That’s good” Sandra smiled through her fear and worry. “Miss Hera is a very sensible young woman; she is very smart and has proven herself to be very capable at deploying strategies worthy of a fighter such as you Miss Ares. Partnering with her shall be a learning curve of co-operation for you.” Sandra paused than dropped her smile. “I would not take her lightly. She was partnered with you with your violent tendencies in mind Miss Ares. I’m sure you’re aware.” Sandra focused her gaze directly at Ares her voice low. It was subtle but Ares knew what Sandra meant, she was always keeping an eye on the students especially the more psychotic ones.
Suddenly Ares snarled standing up from her chair so vibrantly that it knocked over as the girl slammed both her hands onto the desk and pushed herself close to Sandra. “Oh I’m aware Miss McMcay” she spoke sarcastically. “That little bitch is just another challenge. Mark my words, she better watch her back” she huffed before quickly storming out of the office slamming the door behind her.
The moment the door was slammed Sandra sighed her head falling into her hands. “I guess she hasn’t quite gotten past her need to be violent. Better update the file and have the tutors keep an eye on Hera.” She spoke to herself more to organise her thoughts than anything, a habit of Sandra’s as she moved to the computer. Angry Moors were very common place in her office, the price of being the person who had to evaluate them every set term. Typing up the new information and sending it to the right people Sandra moved to the next pile of papers when a small nock echoed at her door.
“Come in” she beckoned giving permission for the next interview of the day to begin.