Ziva shifted uncomfortably in her chair, attempting to focus on the new conjugation they were learning in Spanish.
The night before, her father had whipped her when she returned home from her impromptu dance-off, angry because her homework was not finished by the time he got home. Under his watchful eye, she had completed her homework and written a 5 page essay to her father, complete with citations, on the importance of fulfilling one's duties. Aunt Nettie had snuck dinner into her room, and Ziva had managed to go to sleep before 3 am, despite her heavy workload and the extra assignment her father had given her.
Her 5 am run had been a little slower than usual, but she still managed the 16 km her father demanded.
That afternoon, Ziva joined the crowd of excited students standing around the bulletin board where the term exam scores were posted.
"Perfect marks, Ziva!" shouted Kfir. "My dad's gonna be so pissed that you beat me again. How do you do it?"
Ziva just smiled and walked off, headed to find Thalia and go home.
Perfect scores. Good. The upcoming break should be bearable, then. Abba can't help but be pleased with that.