“I’d recommend attending the retake I’m holding this Friday,” Mr. Fisher said as he sorted through the stack of exams at his small desk. The main history teacher was back, and so he was relegated back to exam grading hell.
I swear, I studied my ass off! Egyptian history was bullshit anyways, I’m never flying that far across the planet.
Besides, I was busy—busy creating an RP setting with dropsgum. We’d gotten bored quickly of aimless one-on-ones and started to create a bit of a fantasy world to play with, not to mention new characters to fit it. All that creative work took up too much brainpower for school to compete. I only had the night before to work my magic—but my real magic wasn’t as strong as that of L’vanquiet, my archmage OC I’d been working on.
And so—A D. My mom would flay me alive and leave my remains to be picked away by crows if she saw this.
Luckily Mr. Fisher had the mercy to withhold posting grades until past the re-take week.
“I’ll be there,” I said and got up from the small chair in front of his desk, but he narrowed his eyes at me and motion for me to sit down again. Unlike before, I knew I couldn’t escape and slumped back down.
“If this about college again—“ I started.
“It is, and you know why I’m asking,” Mr. Fisher said. “Do you know when students are most likely to begin applying?”
“This summer,” I said and rolled my eyes. What a waste—that’s the best time to start all your long-term RP groups.
"I know you’re not taking it seriously,” he continued with a sigh, “but I implore you to begin searching. At least do research into what major you’re interested in so you can find a school that best fits your wants. Community college is an excellent start too, but I would strongly recommend against going to the closest school without any research.”
“Who says I’m even going to college?” I said. “I could go to trade school instead, or start some freelancing gig. Unless you’re saying the only path to success is a four-year university like everyone else over 40.”
Mr. Fisher grimaced, and pinched the bridge of his nose before he continued. “You’re right, but let’s not get pedantic here. I’m only telling you this because you’ve told me yourself that you wanted to go to college, but that you’d ‘think about the details later’. Several months ago.”
Shit, did I? I gotta start keeping track of my dismissive statements.
“Right. Still thinking.”
“Like hell you are,” he mumbled, before he raised his voice. “Do you have any hobbies? Anything that you’re interested in?”
I paused. There’s no way I’d ever admit to a grown-up what I did online. It was cringe at at best or concerning at worst with the survival game aspect, so I clammed up instead of replying.
“…Well, could I recommend some clubs in the meantime?” Mr. Fisher reached into his desk to pull out a piece of paper. Rather than argue, I nodded.
Thank god, he let me go after giving me a list of clubs, where they met and what times. A piece of paper I proudly folded up and threw into the recesses of my backpack, where it would rot forever more.
My luck ran further when both my parents were too distracted watching some competitive cooking show to badger me like usual, giving me an opening to flee to my sanctuary. In a matter of seconds, my backpack was discarded and my PC was on, Eclipse opening automatically.
Aha! dropsgum already replied to the reply I left her after she went to sleep!
dropsgum: I’m so curious to learn more about l’vanquiet!! You do super dramatic types really well lmao
TowersFall: thanks
TowersFall: its nice to try smth new for a chance
TowersFall: plus im kinda in a revamp phase with a lot of my older charas
dropsgum: Oh i get that (*/ω＼)
TowersFall: like with l’vanquiet i was thinking about this
TowersFall: if you dont mind spoilers anyways
dropsgum: No go ahead! I’m all ears
In my head, I’d already crafted the scene. A stage best set through the images only a mind could hold. A world completely alien to our own—those were the stories we loved to tell, and so, we crafted one to hold between no one but us.
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