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Sara thought it was ridiculous that a Pre-K had a PTA but whatever, she was going to be making sure that Laurel had the best in life and that meant playing ball with these uppity assholes that she knew all too well having gone to the uppity private schools that Starling had since the public schools famously had metal detectors and cops on hand due to gang violence. She knew how dangerous and terrible the public schools were, because 90% of her high school relationships with people from them much to her father’s annoyance.
But Ava was working and the deal was Sara didn’t need to find a mind-numbing job if she agreed to do the PTA school stuff.
While PTAs sounded terrible and boring, she did have to admit it was better than working at Sink, Shower & Stuff.
The school year was almost over and aside from some snide comments on store-bought baked goods vs. homemade and should they kick out children who test below As and is there a way they could kick out the children with learning disabilities legally. The main driving force was someone that Sara knew from high school and honestly, she found annoying as hell. Gwen. The girl who was convinced that Sara was sleeping with her boyfriend just because they were lab partners (they were sleeping together but that was hardly relevant).
But this was the last PTA meeting for the school year.
“We need to vote on entertainment for the Pre-K graduation ceremony.” Gwen started. “We can hire The Wiggles for only two hundred thousand plus airfare from Australia. But in order for them to be here in time, we need to book tomorrow.”
“You want to spend two hundred thousand plus airfare for a Pre-K graduation ceremony which is meaningless?” Sara asked. “We could help out so many families in need with that money instead.”
“Well, Sara this is a big event in our children’s lives.”
“It’s not though. It’ll happen every year for the next eleven years and then they’ll graduate. This is something every child has to do.”
“Over two hundred grand is an awful lot of money.” One of the other parents spoke up.
“No one asked you Becca!” Gwen snapped.
“Becca is the treasurer. Her entire job in the PTA is to be responsible with money. You’re the CFO of Tannhauser Industries right?”
“Yeah.”
“Would that multi-billion dollar company spend 200 k on an event that is suppose to last two hours at the most?”
“No.”
“And why not?”
“Because that is just ridiculous and fiscally irresponsible.”
“Sara, if you’re having money issues there is no need to punish the other children for it. I’m sure it’s hard to live off payoffs when your biggest client has passed away.” Gwen clearly thought she made a great point even though everyone else seemed confused by the supposed sick burn.
“Why not instead, have a parent talent show?” Sara asked getting up from the seat and grabbing an apple off the snack table.
“What’s your talent Sara juggling?”
“Oh I can, but no I was thinking of showing off one of my more exciting talents.” She placed the apple on the table in front of Gwen. She walked to the back of the room with a wicked grin on her face before, while still facing away from Gwen and the apple, she slipped out one of the throwing knives she kept on her person (it was always better to have one and not need it, then need one and not have it) and threw it behind her back causing it to stick halfway in the apple.
“You just tried to kill me!” Gwen screamed now a very sickly pale.
“Oh Gwen, if I wanted to kill you, I would’ve by now.” Sara rolled her eyes.
For some reason, the meeting went off the rails after that and nothing was agreed on.
But it did mean that it seemed, the deadline for The Wiggles, would pass.
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“Did you have to throw a knife at Gwen?” Ava asked not seeming to be surprised at all that her wife threw a knife at an old high school bully.
“The fact that I waited this long to do it, really shows restraint.” Sara countered. “Also you know blowing 200 k on The Wiggles is insane.”
“It is, but it sounds like no one in the PTA was going to vote for it.”
“But it wouldn’t matter. She scares them because she thinks she’s better than them. She thinks the stay-at-home moms are lazy, the working moms put their careers over their children and only the moms in her team are doing it properly. Selling drinks that make you shit yourself and calling it herbal tea where you are more interested in recruiting people than selling the pant shitting tea, is not a business. It’s a scam.”
“I think it’ll be best if I take over the PTA meetings from now on.”
“Yeah, we might also want to just change schools, Gwen was screaming about a restraining order.”
“I’ll call Felicity, see if Mia’s school has any openings.”