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"Father, I feel ill," I complain through my phone, having it in my shoulder uncomfortably as I type up my latest code for my college course.

Computing is so boring when you are actually given work. I like to code, program and hack but being told to is so damn boring.

Why do they try to make me do work? щ(ಠ益ಠщ)

I get it's their job but think about your students a little more.

We don't want to do work and you don't like grading our crappy work. Deal with the facts and remake the learning rules.

Gah...

Sociality sucks, I swear.

"Do you really? Or are you trying to get an extension on your work?"

GAH-!

"No. 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, 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.

"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 @ Ko.Ki.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.

"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 on my computer chair to my desk as I look over to my timetable taped to the wall.

"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 see my fax machine turn itself on from across the room beside my printer, printing out whatever timetable changes he has made.

I frown as I spin over to it, pulling out the same timetable as I notice that all my 'Free Time' slots are gone.

"PRIVATE TUTOR!?" I question, frowning as I drop the phone and quickly struggle to pick it up again. I quickly pull it back to my ear. "Father. What is the meaning of this?" I ask, my voice regaining its usual 'monotone' as I hear him chuckle drily on his end.

"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. "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 fuck, not that monster.

Can't he just shoot his daughter instead of putting her through this? I mean, I have a life you know?

Not a social one, but a vertical one.

"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 as I start typing my code up again.

"Tomorrow." WHAT? (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

"Tomorrow is Saturday."

"Doesn't it say 'Private Tutor' on your Saturday spaces," he questions as my eyes drift to the timetable for a moment, gritting my teeth as I stop typing to pinch the bridge of my nose.

"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." 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 disturb him."

"Is that all?" Please let that be all.

"For now, that is all. Behave yourself and work hard from now on."

"Sure."

"Good bye Airi," he hangs up straight away, leaving me staring at the phone for a moment before turning it off and pulling on my blue Axent headphones from my shoulders; does that mean I have to finish this piece of coursework by eight in the morning tomorrow?

"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...

Dammit.

I was hoping for a longer deadline so I could procrastinate more...

Ugh... I really don't want to do this work.

This is going to be a long all-nighter...

I hate C++.

This language... making me do a five thousand word report on a language I barely know.

May Alexander eat my teacher's soul. He won't find it tasty so he'll probably cough it up afterwards.

Why can't they just teach Alex English and get him to teach me?

I don't do strangers.

I don't do people.

Really, I... I just can't.

I'm not meant to be around people full stop.

This Goth was not made for people. I mean, I haven't had any friends since I was ten.

Then again, this is a tutor. I'm not meant to befriend him so... this might go better than I'm thinking.

I hope.

If not, I'm sure Alex is enough to scare him way.

Good luck kitty.

I really need to sleep...

Once this stupid thing is in, I'm going back to sleep...

Description

"Father, I feel ill," I complain through my phone, having it in my shoulder uncomfortably as I type up my latest code for my college course.

Computing is so boring when you are actually given work. I like to code, program and hack but being told to is so damn boring.

Why do they try to make me do work? щ(ಠ益ಠщ)

I get it's their job but think about your students a little more.

We don't want to do work and you don't like grading our crappy work. Deal with the facts and remake the learning rules.

Gah...

Sociality sucks, I swear.

"Do you really? Or are you trying to get an extension on your work?"

GAH-!

"No. 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, 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.

"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 @ Ko.Ki.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.

"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 on my computer chair to my desk as I look over to my timetable taped to the wall.

"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 see my fax machine turn itself on from across the room beside my printer, printing out whatever timetable changes he has made.

I frown as I spin over to it, pulling out the same timetable as I notice that all my 'Free Time' slots are gone.

"PRIVATE TUTOR!?" I question, frowning as I drop the phone and quickly struggle to pick it up again. I quickly pull it back to my ear. "Father. What is the meaning of this?" I ask, my voice regaining its usual 'monotone' as I hear him chuckle drily on his end.

"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. "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 fuck, not that monster.

Can't he just shoot his daughter instead of putting her through this? I mean, I have a life you know?

Not a social one, but a vertical one.

"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 as I start typing my code up again.

"Tomorrow." WHAT? (╯°□°）╯︵ ┻━┻

"Tomorrow is Saturday."

"Doesn't it say 'Private Tutor' on your Saturday spaces," he questions as my eyes drift to the timetable for a moment, gritting my teeth as I stop typing to pinch the bridge of my nose.

"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." 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 disturb him."

"Is that all?" Please let that be all.

"For now, that is all. Behave yourself and work hard from now on."

"Sure."

"Good bye Airi," he hangs up straight away, leaving me staring at the phone for a moment before turning it off and pulling on my blue Axent headphones from my shoulders; does that mean I have to finish this piece of coursework by eight in the morning tomorrow?

"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...

Dammit.

I was hoping for a longer deadline so I could procrastinate more...

Ugh... I really don't want to do this work.

This is going to be a long all-nighter...

I hate C++.

This language... making me do a five thousand word report on a language I barely know.

May Alexander eat my teacher's soul. He won't find it tasty so he'll probably cough it up afterwards.

Why can't they just teach Alex English and get him to teach me?

I don't do strangers.

I don't do people.

Really, I... I just can't.

I'm not meant to be around people full stop.

This Goth was not made for people. I mean, I haven't had any friends since I was ten.

Then again, this is a tutor. I'm not meant to befriend him so... this might go better than I'm thinking.

I hope.

If not, I'm sure Alex is enough to scare him way.

Good luck kitty.

I really need to sleep...

Once this stupid thing is in, I'm going back to sleep...