Chapter 1
Chapter name: Unneeded events.
"Father, I feel ill," is the first thing I say to my father, my phone in my shoulder rather uncomfortably as I type up my latest code for my college course; it isn't hard, really. It's just a lot of effort and if you make one mistake- bam! Nothing works.
I mean, don't get me wrong. I love computers. I like to code; program and hack more than you think but being told what to do and what to shape is so damn boring.
Why do they try to make me do their work? I don't understand that. щ(ಠ益ಠщ)
I get it's their job to teach me but seriously, think about your students a little more. We don't want to do coursework and I'm sure you don't like grading our crappy half-done work. Deal with the facts, and remake the learning rules. Us students are lazy butts.
Gah...
Sociality sucks, I swear. Sticking to social rules are the worst.
"Do you really? Or are you trying to get an extension on your work? You don't sound sick."
GAH-! Don't tell me I've been found out already! No. That's unlikely. I'm smarter than my father.
"No- of course not. What makes you say that?"
"I've received word from your teacher about your late work." I guess the comments and unknown threats didn't work like they were supposed to, huh. "And also, your anonymous threat email."
Fuck.
God.
Dammit.
"That could be anyone's threatening message about their lousy work and teaching ethic. I mean, what kind of teacher checks their emails during a very crucial exam? I call that discriminatory behaviour. What happened to teachers and students having equal rights in the class-"
"Airi."
Shit. Okay. Seems like the jig is up.
"Alright. I won't send my teacher anymore threatening emails," I didn't think I'd get caught so quickly. I may need to make a more secret throw-away email address than 'Alexander-is-a-dick .net'.
Oh, or maybe send it through a VPN next time. Yeah, that would be better. Maybe confuse them and say it was sent from Russia. Do I know any Russian? Wait. No, I don't. Oh well, I don't think that matters too much.
"Your slacking off is starting to affect your health," Not really, I'm just lazy. "And your test scores. Has your timetable changed from September twenty-second?"
I pause for a moment, wheeling myself to my desk as I look over to my timetable taped to the wall. That would be a Monday- I think. Pretty soon too.
"No."
"I will be sending your updated version to your fax machine," I raise a brow at the phone, pulling it away for a moment as I watch my fax machine turn itself on from across the room beside my printer, printing out whatever timetable changes he has made. Why do we even need fax machines anyway? What's wrong with the man-made gift that is a printer?
I frown as I spin over to it, pulling out the same timetable as the one on my wall but quickly notice that all my 'Free Time' slots are gone. Not a single damn one remaining. Then it hits me as I read over what is there instead.
"PRIVATE TUTOR!?" The question leaves my lips, frowning as I drop the phone by accident in my moment of shock and quickly struggle to pick it up again. I pull it back to my ear again, seriousness taking over. "Father. What is the meaning of this?" I ask, my voice regaining its usual cool 'monotone' tone, listening to him chuckle drily in the receiver.
"You're scrapping by on your exams and coursework. And, I'm sick of it-"
"-B-But-"
"Furthermore. You have made no attempt at getting a part-time job, leaving me to pay for all your expenses, as well as food and vet bills for your cat," I actually freelance myself but that's all in a separate bank account away from you and I don't feel like spending my own money when you pay for everything anyway. I mean, I need my own money for when I get the fuck out of this place after all. "This cannot go on any further. I am sending you a private tutor for your studies. Unless your grades improve, you will be sent to work under my private assistant Hwan."
Ah no, not that emotionless monster. I'd rather him just shoot me, his daughter, instead of putting me all through this. I mean, I have a life you know? Not a social one, but a vertical one. In the deep dark dips of the internet where no goldfish swims.
"Ugh, fine. When does this tutor start," I question, my regular frown deepening as I wheel myself back over to my computer, bringing it back to life with a wave of the mouse, starting my on code again for maybe the fifth time today.
"Tomorrow." Wait. WHAT? (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
"Tomorrow is Saturday," you can't be seriously sending a tutor to my place on a weekend.
"Doesn't it say 'Private Tutor' on your Saturday spaces," he questions, my eyes drift back over to the timetable for a moment, gritting my teeth as I stop myself to pinch the bridge of my nose in frustration. Oh Lord save me from this man now.
"Yes."
"That is when he will start. He will be at yours on the weekend, nine till six. He will be with you at all stages of your college life, this year and the next, so get used to it." Oh, just kill me now Lord. "His name is Agent 707, Luciel. When you are studying, he will have his own work to do from me so do not bother him."
"Is that all?" Please let that be all. Don't say I need to now go on a three part quest to some island in the North.
"For now, that is all. Behave yourself and work hard from now on," thank God.
"Sure."
"Goodbye, Airi," he hangs up straight away, leaving me staring at the phone for a moment before turning it off and pulling on my blue headphones from my shoulders; does that mean I have to finish this piece of coursework by eight in the morning tomorrow? I can't just put it off for another week like I did the week before?
"Stop acting so spoilt."
"I'm not spoilt. It's called gritting your teeth and surviving," I reply to my inner mind shitty voice, sighing as I look over my barely started coursework...
I've barely started it... And my fingers already hurt from the sight of it. Dammit.
I was hoping for a longer deadline so I could procrastinate more with my actual paid work but that doesn't seem to be an option right now.
Ugh... I really don't want to do this work. This is going to be a long all-nighter...
I hate C++ with a goddamn passion- I mean, who doesn't?
This language alone hurts my head but now making me do a five-thousand-word report on the damn thing- which I barely know the insides of. May Alexander eat my teacher's soul and shit it out like yesterday's cafeteria soup. He won't find it tasty so he'll probably cough it up afterwards. Which would leave me to clean that up to... damn.
Why can't they just teach Alex English and get him to teach me? I mean, at least it would be simple. He's a pretty chill cat after all. Plus, I don't do strangers. I don't do people in general. This Goth was not made to have a social life. I mean, I haven't had any friends since I was ten. Doesn't that say enough?
Then again, this is a tutor. I'm not meant to befriend him in any type of form so... this might go better than I'm currently thinking. Which is that I hope he's allergic to cats. Or women. Either would be acceptable. I hope. If not, I'm sure Alex alone is enough to scare him way.
Good luck kitty. If you scare him away successfully, I'll feed you some canned tuna later. I'm sure I have some somewhere.
My eyes drift to my bed for a moment, the thoughts of sleep entering my mind. I really need to sleep more during the week. Once this stupid essay is in, done and dusted, I'm going back to sleep like the dead and hopefully wake up in candy land... or any food related land of some sort.
