Tutor [Lacey]

[Eveangel Stonefeather]

Eve sat at her desk. More than a few students had come into her class wondering if they could an alternate assignment. She had assigned them the Black Plague. They had to write an essay. How hard was that? It was only supposed a page long, but they were high schoolers.

There were stacks of paper to grade. Frustrated with herself, she sat down in her chair. Her phone laid silent next to the papers. What was she thinking? Coming back to a meta school? The public school had a little bit easier, then she didn't have to worry about raging hormones and things flying across the classroom or cheating telepathic students.

Eve wanted to get out of the classroom badly, but the hours was posted on the door and she couldn't exactly leave whenever she wanted too. Sides, even if she left, she still had a bunch of papers to grade and get done.

The door to her classroom opened. She looked up and gave the girl a smile. "Can I help you?"

[Lacey Boek]

Lacey let out a soft sigh as she walked into the classroom her cheeks where slightly flushed as she looked at the teacher with a small smile '' Hi Teach... ermm l need to ask for an extension'' she uttered her gaze dropped to the ground waiting for an answer.

She tugged at her light blue t-shirt she was wearing black jeans tucked into beaten cowboy boots her hair messy and falling all over her face '' lm having trouble with my hand is all so its taking me time to write everything '' she said looking up at the teacher with a smile '' And lm kinda...struggling with the plague '' she confessed knowing that all she had was notes on the plague since she threw her other paper into the bin and now she couldnt focus on getting her paper right.

'' l just really need to pass this class ''

[Eveangel Stonefeather]

Eve stared at the girl. "No, an extension would not be possible. This paper is only a page long and isn't to be hand written. You can type with one hand Ms. Boek." Maybe she was being unfair, but after the lot of students that came in with the same "problems", it got rather annoying and she stopped playing nice.

"The paper is due Tuesday. It's Friday, you can get it done in three days. But, I would be willing to help you organize your notes if you would like," she said. She straightened out her shirt and stood. "If you would like to take a seat, we could start discussing what you are having such a hard time on."