Post by Christine Marcum on May 12, 2007 18:25:33 GMT -5
Christine let out a heavy sigh. "Jon," she began, her tone kind and patient, even though she wasn't. "You can't play with those ornaments. I'd be beheaded if I let you," she said. She was crouched down so she was eye-level with the youngster. Jon looked at her, the ornament in his hand, holding it up like he was going to smash it. She made a move to gather it from him, a slow one, and he stepped back, tossing it at her awkwardly. Thankfully, all those years she played softball built up her hand-eye coordination, and she quickly caught it before it got broken. She sighed again, getting up off her position on the floor after Jon ran away, going over to the shelf and aligning the ornament where it was before Jon got his hands on it. Chris walked over to the couch, plopping down and reaching for the remote, turning on the television and began to channel surf. Yes, this was her life; scold kids who didn't want to listen, and watch tons of television. What a life, no? Chris hadn't been at Terrytons very long, therefore she really didn't get much respect, especially from the kids. It didn't really bother her, though. She usually got her point across, whether it be by lecturing (which was boring) or sometimes yelling, though that was mostly towards the stubborn teenagers. She liked kids, but she didn't have much patience, and she was a very stubborn person. She probably wasn't the best social worker, but she can be compassionate when she chooses to. She hardly ever yells, mostly uses her 'stern voice'. She hoped, with more time at Terrytons, she'd earn more respect. Though Chris wouldn't really bet on it, the way things were going now.