Timmy looked down at his phone as he walked back to his new home, feeling exhausted. HP had him do at least a dozen coffee runs for all of the employees on multiple floors. In between his different coffee runs, he had been tasked to restock several pixies on supplies, such as more staples, or post it notes, and even pick up more stacks of papers from the printers. All that running around really took all the energy out of the young boy. At least he didn't have too much homework. According to his GPS, he was nearly back home.

He walked up to the house and unlocked it. Timmy found his backpack hanging on the coat hook near the door. He grabbed the gray bag and pulled it over to the kitchen table. Timmy pulled out his heavy math book and let it fall open. He dully flipped through the pages to find where his assignment was. Timmy flattened out his math paper and went to work figuring out his assignment.

The longer he worked on the long division assignment, the more frustrated he got. The numbers were just so big and his answers were not making sense. No matter how many times he tried to check his answers, they always came out wrong. Where did he mess up?

Feeling at the end of his rope, Timmy slammed his book shut and let his head fall onto the book. Oh why bother? It's not like he had anyone to help him with the homework. And he didn't have anything to distract him from his failures. Oh how he missed playing the not study game with Cosmo.

Timmy let out a long sigh and dug through his homework and found his English folder. He pulled out the paper with a speech written by a guy over a hundred years ago and scanned through it. His eyes must have read over the same spot twenty different times, but nothing was setting in. The speech was just so boring. Why would anyone think that this stupid thing would stick in his head? There was nothing going on in it.

Timmy sighed and looked down at the question portion of the paper. None of the questions made sense. Maybe he could just fudge the answers or write something vague enough that would be good enough to get a pass. Timmy scribbled down a few sentences down and looked it over. Well, it looked good enough for him.

Sanderson had pinged beside Timmy. He looked down at Timmy as he floated beside the young boy.

"Hello Turner. I'm here to look over your homework. I understand that your grades have been lacking recently and I'm here to put a stop to it." Sanderson said.

Timmy let out a long breath and pulled out all his homework. "Well it's going to be a long night. I'm stuck on everything."

Sanderson had picked up Timmy's math homework. His eyebrows raised above his sunglasses and he had a slight cringe on his face.

"Yeah, it's bad. And I have no idea where I went wrong." Timmy replied.

"You're failing to carry your ones or if you do, you put them in the wrong place." Sanderson answered.

Timmy face palmed. "Seriously. That's what my problem was? Ugh, well at least I'll be able to fix it pretty quickly. Although I don't think the solution to my English homework will be as easy. It's just so boring. I can't get it to stick. Nothing makes sense."

Sanderson had floated down to his level. Timmy had a hunch that Sanderson was either going to berate him, or belittle him.

"What is the first thing that confuses you when reading this?" Sanderson asked.

Timmy was hesitant in responding. Surely this was a set up for something. Timmy wasn't sure what, but he knew not to let himself get fooled into thinking that everything in this homework session was just for his benifit. No, like with Flappy ,they were just playing a big game of chess and he was a pawn. Although unlike Flappy, Timmy was perfectly aware that he was a pawn and nothing more to the pixies.

"Well for starters, half the words don't make sense. Its like reading Shakespeare." Timmy answered.

Sanderson raised his phone and a dictionary appeared on the table. It was flipped open to the first page of definitions.

"Go through the words you don't understand and write their definitions in their place." Sanderson ordered.

Timmy huffed. Why couldn't Sanderson just translate it to normal speak for him as opposed to wasting precious time.

"This will take forever." Timmy complained. "And I only have fourty minutes until lights out. Can't I just highlight the words I don't know and have you fix them for me?"

Timmy wondered how far he could push Sanderson. It was his job to make sure his grades were good. Maybe if Timmy used his helpless child charm, the pixey would do all the hard work for him.

"No, you can't." Sanderson answered.

Timmy crossed his arms and stared up at Sanderson. "And why not?"

Sanderson pinched the bridge of his nose, already starting to get annoyed with Timmy's antics. Maybe it wouldn't take too much for Timmy to get the pixey to bend to his will. He'd change the subject back to math, and with very little time, get the pixey to do the hard work for him.

"If I changed the definitions for you, then you wouldn't be as likely to learn them." Sanderson replied.

Drat. It wasn't because homework was boring torture, or at least that was what Sanderson was trying to make him think. Oh well, one of them was going to have to give, and Timmy really didn't want it to be him.

"Fine." Timmy pouted. "But I'm not doing that now. I'm going to fix my math homework." And procrastinate enough that you have to change the words for me. Timmy thought.

Sanderson stared back at the young boy, although with his dark glasses, it was hard to tell.

"Alright. I'll be back in a half hour to make sure your homework is done and it better be done." Sanderson said before pinging away.

Timmy let out a loud frustrated groan. He hated homework and he hated having a time limit on doing said homework. It didn't help the fact that this made him board out of his mind, and that made it even more difficult to concentrate. Maybe he really did have ADHD.

Still, he had very little time to get a lot of work done. At least with Sanderson looking over his math, he didn't have to double check it. It would buy him some extra time at least. After erasing half of his work on his homework, the math problems flew by in a breeze.

Feeling content with his math, Timmy let out a long breath before snatching his English page. Well he might as well change a few of the words, just so Sanderson would think that he intended on doing it all himself. But it wasn't fair, there were so many big, old, and flowery words. This was going to take him ages. Maybe he ought to circle all the words he didn't recognize first, that way, after seeing how few definitions he had replaced, and how many more that he had to do, Sanderson would just have to help him, or risk being demoted. Maybe that was the key to pushing Sanderson's buttons, the threat of demotion.

Timmy rubbed at his tired eyes as he finished circling all the words he didn't recognize. He let out a disappointed sigh. There were so many words that he didn't know. He felt so... what was the right word... unintelligent for not knowing them. It was certainly discouraging to say the least. Well, maybe looking up the words and actually learning what they meant would give him a boost.

He yawned as he looked up the definition to a really old and long word. Timmy's eyes were growing so heavy as he wrote the definition above the word. Timmy yawned again. He was just so tired after everything that had happened to him, and he didn't even sleep all that well the night before with everything that had happened yesterday. But he still had so much more to look up. This was going to take forever. But his eyes were just so heavy. Man, why did his ten year old body get so tired so easily and so early?

Timmy rested his head in his hand as he stared at the definition to the next word. He felt his eyes start to fight their way closed. The next thing Timmy new, he was jolting out of his seat as he heard Sanderson ping beside him.

"I didn't do it!" Timmy yelled as he was sprung awake.

Sanderson raised an eyebrow as Timmy tried to collect himself.

"It seems as though you managed to figure out your mathematical problems." Sanderson said as he looked over the messy scrawl that was Timmy's math homework. "But it looks as though you have a long way to go on your English homework. Did you have any other homework that you needed to do?"

"I have a project about Australia for geography and history class, but that isn't due until next Friday." Timmy answered as a giant yawn overcame him.

"Well it looks as though you will be spending most of your Saturday finishing your homework then." Sanderson said with a sly smile.

Timmy groaned. "Aw come one - wait, tomorrow's Saturday?"

With everything that had been going on lately, Timmy had completely forgotten that today was Friday. Aw man, it was Friday. The not only had the pixies robbed him of his parents, his home, his godparents, but also the ability to waste his Friday night.

"Yes, and Head Pixey has also scheduled you an appointment to look into your ADHD. This time tomorrow you're going to be on so much Aderall, you'll nearly have the productivity of a pixey." Sanderson said with a large grin that made Timmy's stomach wretch. "And since you have such a big day tomorrow, you need to be getting to bed."

Timmy found himself pinged in his bed, dressed in his uncomfortable pajamas.

"Enjoy your last night medication free." Sanderson gloated as he pinged away, leaving poor Timmy alone with the thoughts of tomorrow's horrors.