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Author's Note(s): My artist's muse went AWOL, so I stole a writing muse. Sorry if it was yours. That also gives me a reason to suck at writing. Ha ha! I would love reviews! Even flames, but if you flame me please be specific. How else will I learn from my mistakes? Constructive critism is key. Archive to your hearts content, just e-mail me (tripping_tongue@yahoo.com) with the site so I can giggle over my growing poplularity. And one final note : Continuity-shontimuinity. I would sink this bugger somewhere in between Uncanny X-Men 110 and .
The graying figure moved fluidly alongside the black board, the sharp sounds of the chalk against the cold stone accompanying him as he scribbled the assignment on the board. He paused as the buzzing of the end of period bell interupted his lecture once again.
"-A two thousand word essay, please. And I expect those words to be in coherent sentences, people." Bodies began shifting listlessly, moving to mark down the assignment before taking off to their next class. In the center of a classroom, a young woman stared emptily at the words written on the board once more.
"What is the key to obtaining wisdom?" She frowned and closed her philosophy book, sliding it into her carrier bag. If she knew the answer to that, she wouldn't be here, and he wouldn't have been dead. She grimaced at the irony.
"Ms. Yashida." She glanced up, smiling warmly at her professor. He got up from his desk and walked towards her. "Is there anything the matter, dear? Usually my students fall over themselves trying to leave, but you've been sitting there in silence for about fifteen minutes. I hope that my discussion wasn't nearly that boring?"
"No, not at all," she lied coaxingly as she slid out of her seat. "It's just that I, well-I get a little homesick every now and then." She reached down and slipped the strap of her bag over her shoulder.
"I see," he said skeptically, peering at her over his reading glass. "I suppose you would, it's a long ways from-"
"Tokyo. in Japan." She supplied quickly, mentally kicking herself. She knew it hadn't have been the best choice to create a private identity, but calling on a few old friends, or friends of a certain friend, she had been able to create a false past and history that was airtight. One without connections to her real past, and to her that was of the upmost importance, even if her story was rather extraordinary. "It's just been a long adjustment, and having to move so far away from those closest to me has turned out to be a bigger challenge than I had anticipated."
"Well, of course, dear, that's understandible. Perhaps it would be best to take a trip during these next few weeks of break. You're doing quite well in class, well enough so that I do believe that your grades in class wouldn't suffer if you didn't worry about any extra studying before finals over this break."
She shrugged gently, and he continued. "My dear, you have to understand. There is more out there than these concrete walls. While you may think that you would prefer to be a fish and eat, sleep, and breathe college, you'll burn yourself out. Seeing your friends and family may be best thing for you. I'd hate to see such a remarkable young woman feel that she's all alone here."
She looked into his well worn eyes and found the courage to smile back. "I understand, what you're saying. I'm just too busy at the moment to take the time right now. maybe over summer break." Her voice flooded back in defeat, and he frowned, knowing the door to her emotions had slammed shut. His eyes held her in an awkward gaze for a moment longer before she turned her head. "Well I should get going. I really appreciate your concern." She gave him a half-hearted shrug as she adjusted the weight of the bookbag over her shoulder, and headed to the door.
"Remember, I'm here to talk to if you ever need an ear," he called out as she slipped through the doorway.
Katherine.
Katherine! Her heart pounded in her chest. Did he just call her Katherine as she walked out of the classroom. He couldn't have! Could he? Her mind raced through the possibilities. She hadn't told anyone her real name since she had arrived. She went through all the instances she could have accidentally revealed the truth. All of the work seemed for nothing. No, no, all the precautions she had taken, all the pains she had gone through. He must have said something else, although for the life of her, she couldn't come up with a plausible explanation. She pushed the nagging doubt to the back of her mind. If she didn't hurry she would be late for her next class, and there wasn't any question about that. She pushed her way through the steel and glass doors, and took off in a sprint across the campus lawn.
Author's Note(s): My artist's muse went AWOL, so I stole a writing muse. Sorry if it was yours. That also gives me a reason to suck at writing. Ha ha! I would love reviews! Even flames, but if you flame me please be specific. How else will I learn from my mistakes? Constructive critism is key. Archive to your hearts content, just e-mail me (tripping_tongue@yahoo.com) with the site so I can giggle over my growing poplularity. And one final note : Continuity-shontimuinity. I would sink this bugger somewhere in between Uncanny X-Men 110 and .
The graying figure moved fluidly alongside the black board, the sharp sounds of the chalk against the cold stone accompanying him as he scribbled the assignment on the board. He paused as the buzzing of the end of period bell interupted his lecture once again.
"-A two thousand word essay, please. And I expect those words to be in coherent sentences, people." Bodies began shifting listlessly, moving to mark down the assignment before taking off to their next class. In the center of a classroom, a young woman stared emptily at the words written on the board once more.
"What is the key to obtaining wisdom?" She frowned and closed her philosophy book, sliding it into her carrier bag. If she knew the answer to that, she wouldn't be here, and he wouldn't have been dead. She grimaced at the irony.
"Ms. Yashida." She glanced up, smiling warmly at her professor. He got up from his desk and walked towards her. "Is there anything the matter, dear? Usually my students fall over themselves trying to leave, but you've been sitting there in silence for about fifteen minutes. I hope that my discussion wasn't nearly that boring?"
"No, not at all," she lied coaxingly as she slid out of her seat. "It's just that I, well-I get a little homesick every now and then." She reached down and slipped the strap of her bag over her shoulder.
"I see," he said skeptically, peering at her over his reading glass. "I suppose you would, it's a long ways from-"
"Tokyo. in Japan." She supplied quickly, mentally kicking herself. She knew it hadn't have been the best choice to create a private identity, but calling on a few old friends, or friends of a certain friend, she had been able to create a false past and history that was airtight. One without connections to her real past, and to her that was of the upmost importance, even if her story was rather extraordinary. "It's just been a long adjustment, and having to move so far away from those closest to me has turned out to be a bigger challenge than I had anticipated."
"Well, of course, dear, that's understandible. Perhaps it would be best to take a trip during these next few weeks of break. You're doing quite well in class, well enough so that I do believe that your grades in class wouldn't suffer if you didn't worry about any extra studying before finals over this break."
She shrugged gently, and he continued. "My dear, you have to understand. There is more out there than these concrete walls. While you may think that you would prefer to be a fish and eat, sleep, and breathe college, you'll burn yourself out. Seeing your friends and family may be best thing for you. I'd hate to see such a remarkable young woman feel that she's all alone here."
She looked into his well worn eyes and found the courage to smile back. "I understand, what you're saying. I'm just too busy at the moment to take the time right now. maybe over summer break." Her voice flooded back in defeat, and he frowned, knowing the door to her emotions had slammed shut. His eyes held her in an awkward gaze for a moment longer before she turned her head. "Well I should get going. I really appreciate your concern." She gave him a half-hearted shrug as she adjusted the weight of the bookbag over her shoulder, and headed to the door.
"Remember, I'm here to talk to if you ever need an ear," he called out as she slipped through the doorway.
Katherine.
Katherine! Her heart pounded in her chest. Did he just call her Katherine as she walked out of the classroom. He couldn't have! Could he? Her mind raced through the possibilities. She hadn't told anyone her real name since she had arrived. She went through all the instances she could have accidentally revealed the truth. All of the work seemed for nothing. No, no, all the precautions she had taken, all the pains she had gone through. He must have said something else, although for the life of her, she couldn't come up with a plausible explanation. She pushed the nagging doubt to the back of her mind. If she didn't hurry she would be late for her next class, and there wasn't any question about that. She pushed her way through the steel and glass doors, and took off in a sprint across the campus lawn.