Grades [Celena]

[Eveangel Stonefeather]

The class was fidgety. Eve couldn't blame them. The topic she had chosen was a nasty one and it was Friday and their last class of the day. When the bell rang, she called out, "Please don't forget to turn in your papers next week!" Some of the students said goodbye to her.

"Celena, please stay behind. It's been brought to my attention that you are very close to failing my class and you haven't turned in the paper about the crusades which is worth half of your grade. I am feel like I have been a fair teacher, but I can't help you if your not willing to helping yourself," she said, picking up some papers and put them on the edge of her desk.

[Celena Grace]

Celena sat at a desk in the back of the classroom. She had been doodling in her notebook, instead of taking notes. Not caring about the topic, or lecture as Celen called them. She smiled as the bell rang, gathering her stuff to leave, she was glad to get out of this class; her last class of the day.

What she hadn’t expected was for Miss. Poopy pants (it’s what she called every teacher) to stop her. With her back still toward the teacher, she rolled her eyes. She didn’t like classes, she didn’t like classrooms, and she defiantly didn’t like teachers. Even so, she turned around and smiled at the woman; she was still talking. Truthfully, she was only half listening. “I’m working on the stupid paper…” She didn’t know why the crusades was important, or why most historical events were. Then again, she thought the same about most of her classes. “Your right, I’m not willing to help myself, so can I go now?” She didn’t want this lecture.

[Eveangel Stonefeather]

Eve watched the girl with rapid amusement and interest. Did she really think this was going to get her anyway? She wasn't one of the teachers who usually could envision their student's future by the looks of their grades, but Eve could definitely see this girl in the gutter with nothing to eat. "Just because you aren't at a normal high school doesn't mean you can flunk out of your classes Ms. Grace." The teacher sat down in her chair.

"Please take a seat," she said, pointing to a front desk. It was a Friday, and Eve would've rather been anywhere than with this girl, but she wasn't going to say she didn't try with her students. Her class wasn't that hard and it was ridiculous for Celena Grace to think that she could seriously get away with an almost F. "I am going to make you sit here until you get that paper done."

[Celena Grace]

The teacher shouldn’t judge Celena that easily. Yes, Celena didn’t care that much about her grades, and did slack of a lot of the time. But she didn’t want to fail anything, she didn’t want any teachers help. Because they wouldn’t be able to help her anyways, so she grew into the excuse of her not caring about her grades to the point where she didn’t care if she failed. “Believe me; I wouldn’t be flunking if I wasn’t at this damn school.” She mumbled as she went to sat down at one of the desks.

Truth be told, it was because of her power. Celena blocked out everyone’s emotions during class, which took a nasty toll on the girl, she got massive headaches, and often got nosebleeds. She couldn’t concentrate during class with everyone’s emotions and she couldn’t concentrate with a massive headache either. It was a lose, lose situation. And when she had time to herself, when she should be doing her homework, she didn’t feel like doing it because of having to block everyone’s emotions during the day. She was even losing sleep over her power, she was tired and cranky and just wanted to go rest before her roommates showed up but now she couldn’t do that.

Making her sit here and do the paper wasn’t going to work, either. She already had a headache, and she was certain eventually her nose will start bleeding. She didn’t want to let her guard down because she didn’t want to feel the teacher’s disappointment. “Fine.” She grumbled. She took out her notebook and history book, as well as a pencil and got to work.