Anything but Ordinary | By : libiya Category: 1 through F > Criminal Minds Views: 1552 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0 |
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In an open kitchen, an attractive dark haired man sat drinking his morning coffee before his peace could be disrupted by his two children. He was collecting his thoughts on how to proceed with his day. Aaron Hotchner was the Drama teacher for the private school, Ivy Crest. He was also the director of the popular theatre, Omicron. Aaron was respected and well-liked within the community. But he was lonely. His wife of sixteen years left him for another man after their daughter Amy’s sweet sixteen party. She never made it to Jack’s fifth birthday. It was hard for him at first but if he was honest with himself, things between them had never been the same since Jack was born. Aaron was ready to move on with his life.
An athletic girl with wild black hair entered the kitchen. His daughter Amy had been very supportive of him during the divorce. She had always been closer to her father than her mother for the simple fact that they were both nuts about theatre. She kissed her father on the cheek before making her way towards the fridge. She was a sophomore at Ivy Crest, top of her class even with as much time as she spends in the drama department.
While she poured two glasses of Orange Juice, Aaron rose to wake up his baby boy. Jack was a quiet child prone to silent reading than rambunctious activity. He liked the quieter aspects of the theatre (costume making, make-up, set design) and took after his daddy just like his big sister. The Hotchner clan was anything but boring.
Amy placed a glass of OJ in front of Jack’s seat before starting on breakfast: Waffles for Jack, yogurt and granola plus fruit for herself. Most teenagers that Aaron taught were too self-absorbed to consider helping out their newly divorced father but Amy never gave it a second thought.
The mornings at the Hotchner residence was relatively quiet in preparation for the hectic day that each would lead. Aaron teaching five classes of humanities and the arts, Amy studying in her advanced classes, and Jack learning the basics. The afternoons was what each Hotchner looked forward to. It was the time of day they would each get together to work on the school production of the semester. Just because their mother left did not mean they were mourning her departure.
“So, what’s the play we’re going to do this semester? And please for all that is holy do not say it is High School Musical? Do not give into the mindless drones of the P.T.A.,” Amy said.
Aaron smiled at his daughter’s morning dramatics. “No, honey, I haven’t really decided yet.”
Amy dropped the plate of fruit rather harshly. She placed her hand on her father’s forehead. “You don’t have a fever so it must be mental. You never go back the first day without a script in mind.”
Aaron shrugged his daughter’s hand off and pointed to her breakfast. Jack quietly munched his waffles monitoring the antics of his sibling.
“It’s not that I don’t have a script, it’s just that I want the opinion of the other members first.”
Amy waved her hand in front of his face. “Hey co-president right here. Why didn’t you ask me?”
“I need the others as well. Your vote is only one of five.”
She pouted slightly as she bit into a strawberry. She did still wish that she had been consulted first. But this was still okay. Maybe they could actually do something that wasn’t so saccharine sweet this time now that she was a member of the drama committee.
They departed the house the same time as any other day. Aaron had to be at school by 7:30 for the daily faculty conference meeting. Amy took Jack to the joined preschool and then immediately headed to the drama department. There was always costumes to organize or mend, props and sets that needed painting, and floors that needed sweeping. Even though a play had not been picked yet, she found comfort in the theatre.
Today’s conference meeting would be one that Aaron would wish had never happened. The news shocked everyone.
“I don’t know if I heard you right, Gideon. My ears must be ringing,” Coach Morgan, the Biology teacher and Varsity football/baseball coach said.
“You heard me just fine Morgan. The school governors have voted and the school is closing. We have to ship the students off to other schools,” Jason Gideon, headmaster of the school, answered.
“But why would they do this? This is one of the best private schools in the area, heck the whole country,” Ms. Prentiss said.
“The governors think we spend too much on our programs for as many students that we have.”
“That’s bull and you know it!” Morgan exclaimed.
Gideon glared at the coach. “Watch it Morgan.” He sighed. “But I agree with you. There has to be something that we don’t know about.”
“What’s going to happen to us?” Mrs. Jareau asked.
Gideon shook his head sadly. “I wish I could give you a good answer J.J., but to be truthful I can’t.”
“So are we just going to be thrown out on our ear?” Aaron questioned.
“They said we have until the end of the semester and then Ivy Crest will be no more.”
Everyone hung their heads, their hearts heavy with sadness. Each and every one of the teachers loved their job at Ivy Crest. The students were great to teach and they never really had any problems with the school. It wasn’t one of the best without good reason.
“When you start your lessons, please do not tell the children. I want to break the news myself,” Gideon explained to the teachers, clearly dismissing them for the morning.
All the teachers nodded their assent and began to depart the teacher’s lounge. Aaron was one of the last to leave. His briefcase hung limply in his hand as he thought about the repercussions of this action. Ivy Crest was a school that understood the need for a child to active in the arts whether it be band, choir, or theatre. How would other school’s be able to handle Amy’s need to be in the drama department at all times to work on whatever play was being put together?
“Aaron hold up,” Spencer Reid, the Psychology and Statistics teacher called out.
Aaron halted while the other teacher caught up with him. Spencer was the youngest teacher in the history since Ivy Crest had been open. He had two doctorates and could have taught anywhere that he wanted but Ivy Crest was near where his mother’s hospital was. Mrs. Reid had schizophrenia and Spencer was not able to look after her on his own. Aaron always thought that Spencer was very talented and his dedication to his mother was very touching. Not many young men would sacrifice so much for their family.
“What did you need Spencer?” Aaron asked.
“I know the reason the school is being closed,” Spencer explained.
Aaron was shocked by this news. “Why didn’t you speak up in the meeting?”
Aaron shyly tucked his wavy shoulder length hair behind his ear. “I’m not 100 percent for sure that the information is correct.” He burrowed his long, elegant hands within the pockets of his black slacks. “The governors have found a buyer for the school who is willing to pay a lot of money to turn this place into some shopping mall!”
Aaron’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. This was not what he thought Spencer was going to say. How could the governors do this? Those greedy bastards!
“Are you sure Spencer?” Aaron asked.
Spencer nodded. “The governors have gotten fed up with running the school so they want an easy out.”
Aaron ground his teeth in anger. “Tell no one about this. We need to be absolutely sure that your information is correct.” Aaron could feel his blood boiling at this new revelation. “They are not going to destroy this school without a fight!”
Aaron looked at Aaron with admiration. He knew he chose the right man to tell his discovery to. Aaron was a well-respected man of the community, he knew how to get things done. But that wasn’t the only reason that Spencer chose Aaron, Spencer had just a tiny bit of a crush on Aaron Hotchner. And why shouldn’t he. Aaron was an attractive, smart, talented man. He was a perfect catch for any one, man or woman.
“Meet me after drama, we have things we need to discuss.”
“Of course,” Spencer agreed and walked towards his class room.
Aaron watched him walk away. He was surprised that Spencer had confided in him about his discovery. Not that he wasn’t glad for it, it gave Aaron an excuse to talk more with the brain child of the school. It was safe to say that Aaron Hotchner was fairly attracted to the young Spencer Reid.
After school, on the floor of the theatre stage, Amy was in a heated debate with the other members of the drama club council. One ditzy girl by the name of Susan wanted to of course to perform High School Musical and Amy was vehemently tearing it to pieces. Aaron had arrived in the middle of the confrontation.
“Hey, you two cool it,” Aaron interjected. “We can talk a bit more civilly to each other.”
Amy leaned back on her hands completely ignoring the other girl. Susan decided that her best option was to pout like a two year old. Aaron just shook his head in amusement.
“Now what have been the plays you have been tossing around?”
John Michael, the co-president, wisely spoke up before the other two could. “On the table is High School Musical, The Phantom of the Opera, and Much Ado About Nothing.”
“What is your pick John Michael?” Aaron asked.
“I personally would love to put on Much Ado About Nothing. Maybe even try it like they did in Shakespeare’s day.”
Aaron nodded. “And your pick Liz? Kelsi?”
The last two members looked at each other. Their vote would be the deciding factor.
“Phantom of the Opera,” Liz said.
“Much Ado About Nothing,” said Kelsi.
Amy smirked at Susan as the older girl pouted even more. Even though a play had not been picked, they would not be doing any silly middle school tripe.
“Well, Amy, what play would you like to do?” Aaron asked his daughter.
She smiled brightly. “I want to do both.” Everyone looked at her like she was crazy. “No, wait listen to me. With Much Ado, we wouldn’t need a whole lot of actors. And if we did it like in Shakespeare’s day, not a lot of props either. With Phantom, we can show case everyone’s talent: singing, dancing, costumes, theatrics. I think this could work. Think of the audience we could bring in. We could get more backing to put on better shows next year and so forth.”
What his daughter was suggesting was making the wheels in Aaron’s head start going on overdrive. If they were able to bring in someone that could become interested in the school because of all the talent, they might want to buy the school, which then could save everyone. His daughter was brilliant.
“What do ya think, dad?” Amy asked a tad apprehensively.
Aaron smiled at his gifted daughter. “I think we have to start planning and casting for our two shows.”
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