The Storyteller
Outside the Aquo Building
Amanda jumped from the sound of the large intercom. It was loud... and annoying. She almost wanted to hide back in the pillows and sheets. She groaned for eight days before finally deciding to get out of bed. She sifted out of it, slowly flumpfing on the floor. "I will kill that student one day..." she whispered in a delirious state. She then lifted up onto her feet, slowly moving over to the wheelchair. She had at least some movement in her feet, though not for extended periods of time.Luminesa wrote:THE QUARTERLY EXAMSCecily was not used to speaking into an intercom, and John had the stronger voice. Thus he decided he would awaken the students while Cecily and the other teachers proctored. At 6:30 in the morning, John walked to the front office and spoke over the intercom:
“GOOD MORNING MANA ACADEMY! Today is the first day of the Quarterly Exams! We will begin the exam at 7 AM sharp! Be up and ready in front of the Main Hall! If you are not at the Main Hall for 7 AM sharp, 5 points will be deducted from your exam grade!” John was almost tempted to try and act the part of Robin Williams in “Good Morning Vietnam”, and when the impression sounded in his voice, he turned from the intercom to snicker a bit. Otherwise, he was completely serious, and headed out of the office toward the Main Hall, to wait for the students. Cecily was already there, standing and looking out for any students.
“Morning, Cecily,” he greeted.
“Good morning. Rather early for an exam, isn’t it?” she questioned, with a yawn.
“Nah. The earlier we get this done the better. Just gotta see who decides to goof and show-up late,” he answered. In a school full of teenagers, one could be almost certain that one might show-up late.
She sat in her chair, wheeling over and doing up her hair, picking out an outfit, and preparing herself for the day. She had some morning coffee before opening the door and wheeling on outside of her room and into the hall.
"Now where is my attendant... maybe she spent too much time studying last minute. Or she just forgot her alarm. One of the two," She said, sipping her coffee. She sent Virgil to find her, while humming a devious tune. These tests were her favorite form of torture. Her bag slumped over the edge of the wheelchair--filled with papers, books, and ink pens.