- Jan 13, 2017
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Tick tock, tick tock
The minutes ticked on and on, as the ghostly girl watched the door intensely. Now that she hadn't heard from Klef for weeks, she was quite worried, if mostly because of her grades. And now that the March Virus was over and done with (thank goodness), Aswan had much more time on her hands to help out if need be. Over two weeks had gone by.
Did her grade go down at all? Aswan was half-tempted to glance at the grades section of the note she'd been given, but refrained. That would not be the best course of action, obviously. No matter how logical it may have been.
She glaced down at the slightly crumpled sheet of paper in front of her. The note Administration had sent her, as a tutor. It was like a slap in the face to her. Yes, it had been her responsibility to organize the meetings in the library. Yes, it had been her responsibility to make sure Klef had been studying. But she hadn't been able to reach Klef at all. The Virus had been a pain all month (most times literally). She had no idea where Klef's dorm or house was, and frankly... She couldn't make her student study, not by force. And if she was being honest with herself, the fact that she had been caught off-guard, the fact that she had gotten a warning after years straight of perfect deadline and planning in school, the fact that she didn't know how to contact her student... That was kind of a slap in the face too, one that stung hard.
So she let those minutes run by with her thoughts, constantly watching the door, waiting for Klef to come through.
@Ballerina
The minutes ticked on and on, as the ghostly girl watched the door intensely. Now that she hadn't heard from Klef for weeks, she was quite worried, if mostly because of her grades. And now that the March Virus was over and done with (thank goodness), Aswan had much more time on her hands to help out if need be. Over two weeks had gone by.
Did her grade go down at all? Aswan was half-tempted to glance at the grades section of the note she'd been given, but refrained. That would not be the best course of action, obviously. No matter how logical it may have been.
She glaced down at the slightly crumpled sheet of paper in front of her. The note Administration had sent her, as a tutor. It was like a slap in the face to her. Yes, it had been her responsibility to organize the meetings in the library. Yes, it had been her responsibility to make sure Klef had been studying. But she hadn't been able to reach Klef at all. The Virus had been a pain all month (most times literally). She had no idea where Klef's dorm or house was, and frankly... She couldn't make her student study, not by force. And if she was being honest with herself, the fact that she had been caught off-guard, the fact that she had gotten a warning after years straight of perfect deadline and planning in school, the fact that she didn't know how to contact her student... That was kind of a slap in the face too, one that stung hard.
So she let those minutes run by with her thoughts, constantly watching the door, waiting for Klef to come through.
@Ballerina