First rejuve/Page6

Listening to Harlem
The one thing Violet observed the most about Terry was she never seamed to say much but she was always watching. Wearing their school uniforms the next day the pair were being driven to school by Violet's usual driver. He also was somewhat subdued today and seamed to be watching the new rejuve nervously, as though waiting to see if she commented or showed approval. "The air in this car is stifling!" Violet commented, pressing the button to lower the window. "Come on Terry, how were things at the new flat?" "Good. The bed is nice, large. Harden can't cook!" Violet snickered as the man turned red and looked at the road. "So what, its all takeouts and TV-dinners?" "I can cook!" Violet blinked at this. Terry spoke as though everything was an unimportant fact. "Well that's a good thing!" she fell silent again as the car got them to the grounds and ran ahead of the disturbing girl. When she spied Adrian and Jenna outside at a squash court beside the gymnasium she ran up to them. "Must you be playing this game? It's dangeous!" she demanded. "Only cause you have no eye-hand skills!" The older boy teased, earning some laughter from his would-be girlfriend. She sighed, "Look, Terry is coming and I think we need to help her out." "Is that the new rejuve thingy?" Jenna interrupted. "Yes, but um. Terry used to be a he and he was much older than I am so it seams to have been a bigger shock!" Out of the corner of her eye she saw the lanky dark-haired girl approaching. A double-take later and she realised that Harder had followed them, carrying the girl's bag for her. "That the classroom?" the eight year old nodded towards it and the children in the quadrangle all nodded in unison. "Put it in the room!" Terry told the older man, "Then you can go!" Harder rushed to obey, making Violet wonder what happened. "Physical Ed huh?" "A game." Jenna replied, "It's kinda like tennis only with a smaller court!" Terry smiled, "I gathered, personally I have no intention of doing physical stuff if I can help it. Does the classroom have a computer?" "Yes!" Jenna replied, "But your not allowed in their without a teacher!" The lanky girl simply waved a hand dismissively and strode off towards the room. Jenna stared after her then looked down at Violet. "I guess age isn't everything, one of us should probably go tell the teacher!" "I, wouldn't." The smallest of the trio stared at the door, "She ony just got back from space." Violet decided not to mention that their new rejuve had been a criminal, "She most likely is having trouble adjusting." "I'll make sure these get back." Jenna responded, taking the small rackets from the dark-skinned boy. "You see if you can find a teacher." The two ten year-olds nodded to each other and split ways, Violet biting her lip. She didn't want Terry getting in trouble if she could help it. Not on her first day of Parol. It didn't matter that using the computer wasn't a crime, it would still get her in trouble and that would be a bad start. Violet trotted towards the classrooms through the crowd of taller children and slipped in through the door. The desks they were using, as Violet well knew, were all computerized now days with the flat surfaces of the desks working as touch-screens or advanced stylus but they did not have internet access. Despite being able to access a wide range of schoolbooks and lesson material the Internet ready computer were placed down the back of the room. There were only three of them, likely because the teachers wanted to control how they were used, but they didn't seam to require a password. Else wise, if they did then somebody had forgotten to log off. "You're not very good at being sneaky are you?" Violet frowned at Terry's question. "I'm not trying to be sneaky!" "But you're in the classroom without permission?" "I'm only here!" Violet asserted, "To tell you that Adrian is getting the teacher and you're gonna get in trouble if you don't come with me." "I'll be fine!" Violet looked over Terry's shoulder. "Hey, that's my husband!" she declared indignantly. On Terry's screen was a picture of Tony at his graduation ceremony. "Indeed, and this ones your headmistress!" He brought up the woman's Facebook page. "Why do you need to see these?" The eight year old looked up at the six year old. Because of their height differences this meant she didn't have to look very high. "If these people are going to be looking after me or testing me then I want to know as much as I can about them." She said, "Wouldn't you like to know about your teachers past and hobbies?" "Not really. Not unless I share them with her." "You're not very adventurous!" Violet looked at the girl in the chair incredulously. Terry always seamed to talk in a monotone so Violet couldn't tell if Terry was being sarcastic or not. A moment later there were voices outside the room and Terry was closing down the programs. Before the six year old knew what was going on Terry was up and off the seat, standing behind Violet. When the teacher walked into the room she saw the six-year-old standing by the keyboard and the eight year old behind her watching the screen with a look of amazement. "What's going on here?" the teacher demanded, Violet opened her mouth to speak but Terry beat her to the quick. "Morning Sir!" she spoke sweetly. "Violet was just showing me how to access the computers Miss, It's all very interesting. I was really old before I became a child again so I'm not very good with them." Mr Grant frowned at Violet. "Young Lady, I understand your eager to show your new friend around but you know school rules. You can't be in here without a Teacher present." "But, but I-" "No Butts, unless you want it to be your's, the bell is about to ring. I want YOU to clean the interactive display as everyone comes in!" Violet glared at Terry, who was smiling. Actually smiling and innocently to boot. The bell sounded and children started piling into the classrooms, putting their small bags on the hooks and taking their E-Pads, books and Stylus' to their desks. Violet grabbed the long stick with the wiper on it and began wiping texter markings off the interactive board. As she did the computer woke up and started going through its pre-class checks. Everyone was staring at her. Violet could only barely reach and she didn't doubt that she looked slightly comical as she stretched to get the higher sections. Violet was going to have to keep a close eye on Terry if this was what the girl was like. Class dragged on in a rather disgusting manner. Whenever the teacher was looking Terry's way the infuriating child would smile and be cheerful and answer all his questions. She talked to the other students as though they were interesting, asked about their families and found out what they did and acted friendly but Violet couldn't forget how the girl had shifted the blame for her actions without a moment's hesitation. Come recess Terry disappeared as soon as everyone had been let out to have their morning tea and despite Violet and Jenna trying to find her, Terry could not be found for most of the break. Rather than worry about it Violet chose to spend recess reading over the work her husband had left her, putting on the Large Framed glasses that she always wore for close-up work. When Terry did turn up just before the Bell rang she was with two older boys from one of the other classes. Burly boys who were on the soccer team they didn't look too pleased to be talking to Terry. One of the boys was walking slightly funny, Violet couldn't remember though if he walked like that normally. He seamed to be being very careful about where and how he moved his legs. "I look forward to talking more about you!" Terry called out as she trotted towards the classroom. Something about that sentence struck Violet as strange but she shrugged it off. Taking off her glasses she put them beside her on the bench that ran along the outside of the classroom and rubbed her eyes, looking at the older girl with a bemused expression. "They're your sort of people are they?" "Maybe, did you know that Joseph's father is a Starfleet officer? I didn't, it sounded amusing!" Violet put her hand down and felt the bench around her, staring blearily. "Where are they?" Turning around she stood up and stared at the bench, then under the bench the on the ground. "Lost something?" "My glasses!" Violet put her hands on her hips, "Did you?" the six year old glared at the eight year old, her two ten year old friends standing either side of them. "What's happened here?" "Terry, did you take my glasses? Cause if you did I want them back. Those frames are virtually antiques - they were my mothers before I got my prescription put in them!" Terry shrugged her shoulders, "Don't look at me if you lose your stuff! I'm only here because class will be starting again soon!" "Terry, it's not funny!" "I don't doubt that for a moment!" The eight year old walked into the classroom. "Get out here!" Getting rather angry now Violet stormed into the room after the thin brat Just as the warning bell rang telling people to get outside. Terry was standing in front of her desk. "You put it in there?" Violet ran across to the desk and started searching for her glasses, not even noticing that Terry had left the room again. She didn't know anything was wrong until she heard the Teacher's voice. "Violet Asahura, what are you doing in the classroom?" The six year old looked up then looked up again. "Terry took my glasses and hid them in here, I'm getting them back!" she explained hotly, looking through Terry's desk some more. "You mean Those glasses?" The teacher pointed across the room to Violet's desk, where her glasses were sitting in plain sight atop the touch screen. Violet grinned with triumph - "Ah-HUH! SEE!" and ran across to get them, only to have the teacher grab her by the arm. "Everyone, come in please!" Violet turned to see several children entering the room, "Did any of you see Terry in the classroom!" Violet's eyes and mouth opened wide, even Rio was there but all of them were sullenly shaking their heads. "She was waiting at the door when I got here!" the boy piped up, only to have Terry declare in an innocent yet bored voice; "I didn't even know she was in here!" "Up the front of the class please!" "But, But!" "No Butts! Everyone sit down!" Slowly and quietly all the sixth graders complied. Mr Grant frowned at Violet. "This is the second time today I have caught you inside this room without teacher permission or supervision. I know physically you're six now but you should know this looks bad!" "But, it wasn't my fault! Terry, She!" "Terry wasn't the one caught being where she shouldn't be." Mr Grant took Violet's hands. "Dear, we will be talking about this more after school is over. I will want to talk to your Partner and that Miss Tessla woman too. For all that you're supposedly in your thirties you are acting like a simple six year old right now. And I must punish you according to the guidelines." Terry's face was completely neutral as she watched Violet get a dressing down, she had been told by Adrian the other day that the school did punishments a certain way. The teacher as she watched was drawing out a small paddle from the bottom draw of his desk, sizing Violet up. "You're so much smaller than students I normally have. I wish I had smaller sizes that I could use; maybe the school should consider that." Violet was starting to cry, this amused Terry a little, and what amused her even more was Violet having her skirt flipped up as the six year old was draped across the teacher's lap. The hardened convict wanted to smile at this, her instincts were telling her she should whoop for joy but years of hardening and training helped her keep a straight face. The large wooden paddle sounded on Violet's panty-clad bottom with a ringing 'Slap' causing the dark haired girl to let out a tortured wail. With the next smack she began crying, the students watching on with morbid fascination. It wasn't often that a student got spanked in front of the class. Terry looked around to see Adrian watching her as smack after smack began tanning Violet's bottom, the skin visible around her panties turning pink, then red. Finally Violet was let up and her skirt dropped back into place. "Go sit at your seat, class is going to begin soon." Violet did as instructed; giving Terry Dagger looks and tried to get through the rest of the day without being spanked. The whole time Adrian didn't let her out of his sight, him and his girlfriend staying with Violet at lunch and making sure that nobody bothered her. While neither of them could have spoken up or provided any proof they believed Violet, especially when she explained that Terry had been a paroled criminal. At the end of the day Harder brought Tessla to the school, picking up a rather Nonchalant Terry while he was there. Tony came in his own car; he would likely be taking everyone home. The eight year old allowed her-self a smile and a giggle as she crawled into the backseat of the car. "All-right you." she addressed Harder. "While those three are occupied you are going to help me with a shopping list of supplies from their Laboratories!" she grinned nastily. Harder shuddered. "If, if you say so." and hesitantly drove the car out of the school grounds. Inside the car Terry twiddled with the small charm she had hidden around her neck and thought cheerfully about what she'd witnessed that day. "Harder, remind me to spank you when we get home!" she declared sadistically.