LadyAthene
Supernova
- Joined
- May 12, 2015
- Location
- West Coast, USA
16th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: Medgar Evers College
15:28 PM EST
"I'm very disappointed in a lot of you. This exam was by far one of the easier ones. We went over each and every single answer to these. Particularly which king not only sponsored, but encouraged, the British to sail off and eventually land in what is now known as Jamestown. King. James. The. First!"
A frustrated hand slammed down hard on the wooden desk beside him. The figure in question was nineteen-year-old Shania Young's Advanced American History teacher. As much as she enjoyed him and his classes ... gestures like that were ones she could do without. Granted, she knew and understood it wasn't directed at her. Unfortunately, it had succeeded in making the young woman jump slightly.
"Thankfully," the instructor stated, "There were some of you who proved you have been paying attention."
Even though he had omitted names, almost every head turned and looked back at Shania, who promptly covered her paper. They weren't wrong, and a few noted the red "100" in the upper right corner of her test.
"Of fucking course," one of the students sneered, "Go figure the fucking red skin would know that kind of shit."
"Hey, hey, hey! Don't you dare forget you're in my class! I'm not tolerating you to speak to anyone in such a manner!"
"Of course you'd protect Lil Miss Shania. She's your perfect pet, after all."
Crimson began to paint her face as she lowered her head, biting firmly on her lower lip to restrain herself. By now, the instructor's face was already beginning to turn red also; but instead of being fueled by embarrassment, it was rage. "If you wanna be able to successfully pull off the 'high and mighty' kind of mindset with me, step one would be not half-assing your exams like most of you have been doing. Now .... really. Last I checked, I was supposed to be teaching eighteen to nineteen year old young adults, not brats ten years younger. Act your damn ages."
Right as three thirty rolled around, the bell rang, but not before the teacher quickly rose a hand.
"Nu-uh. I dismiss you all, not the bell. Sit down .... all of you. The sooner you write your homework down, the quicker you can leave for the day." To help prove his point, he stayed silent. Anyone who attempted to move to the lone door leading out of the classroom would have it blocked by their own professor. Finally, the rebellious attempts and attitudes ceased after a good minute and a half of protesting.
"There. Now ... everyone will have to do this, regardless of how well or poorly they did. So you can debunk that foolish theory that I have 'favorites' here. I expect an essay on why the founding of Jamestown was so significant. It must be a minimum of five pages."
A chorus of groans rang out, but the instructor refused to change his mind.
"Considering I should make it ten with how many of you failed this exam, be glad I'm offering some lenience. These essays are due next on Monday the twenty-second. No excuses. That's almost a whole week to get this done. Now you all are dismissed."
Everyone practically ran out, looking and acting as if they'd just gotten a physical beating rather than being assigned something relatively simple like a paper. Shania was, as almost always, one of the last pupils to leave. Before she exited, a hand gently fell atop her shoulders.
"I'm sorry for their behavior. Pay them no heed, though. It's not your fault you actually care. In fact ... I respect and appreciate that you come here and give me your complete and undivided attention."
A weak smile crossed Shania's face as she bowed her head politely, "Oh, it's ... no problem. Really, it isn't. History's always been one of my favorite classes. We often forget our roots. It's a bit of a shame."
"Indeed, it is. And that's why I take the 'tough love' approach with everyone. Try to, anyway. What's the point of me teaching any of this if no one's going to take this seriously? At least I have you and a few others giving me hope. Anyway ... enjoy the rest of your Tuesday. Know that no matter what they try to say, you'll have my support."
"Thank you, Mister Thompson. That really does mean a lot to me."
Offering her teacher one final bow of her head, she turned and exited the doors of Medgar Evers College, beginning the slow and steady walk back to her efficiency. Thankfully, no one had been waiting for her like Shania half-expected. Good. She didn't want trouble, for one. But more importantly - point number two - she actually had a decent idea on how to begin with her history assignment. And even if it wasn't due for six days, she wanted to get a head start on it. This way, she could focus and knock out her other tasks that needed to be done.
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16th October, 2018
Brooklyn, New York
Exact Location: A small efficiency on Church Ave.
18:02 PM EST
The walk had taken twenty minutes, mainly due to traffic. It was always hell, and that - sadly - applied to just about every part of New York. But as someone who had been born and raised in Brooklyn, she couldn't help but notice it seemed to especially be worse here than any other area.
Whatever the case, she had managed to get three of the five pages typed up. She was stuck, but not because she didn't know the answers. Rather, Shania was at the point where she was close to almost sounding as if she would repeat herself. So, she was backtracking, seeing if there had been any pieces that she may have missed and could expand upon. Light-brown orbs scanned her laptop screen, hoping to find something .... anything.
Maybe this is where you take a break?
The abrupt ringing from her cell phone seemed to agree. Once again, the poor Iroquois jumped, shaking her head at herself and taking a slight breath. Then ... she rose her eyebrow. That ... was an unfamiliar number. Well ... she could tell them they got the wrong number, if push came to shove.
"Hello?"
"Yes, is this Shania Young?"
"It is. May I ask who this is?"
"Of course, though it won't bring me any pleasure to tell you. This is the Brooklyn Police. We're calling because your brother is in our custody."
Her head fell against the back of her seat, a defeated sigh passing her lips. Her left hand rose, lightly rubbing her forehead. "W-What'd he do? It's nothing serious ... is it?"
"Not to the degrees you may be worrying about, but in their own rights, yes. A DUI and Disorderly Conduct."
Shania slowly nodded, weakly groaning. And then .... a thought dawned on her. "Wait .... did he call me already and I just missed it somehow?"
"No, no. He has been ... less than cooperative since we arrested him. We only just got to a point where he's been somewhat civil with us, so we're making the call on his behalf."
"How much? There is a price to bail him out, right?"
"Afraid so, yes. Five-hundred."
Shania groaned again, face palming as the amount echoed in her ears. For a bit, it seemed like she was going to hang up and refuse to get her own brother out. But after at least a minute or two of silence, she spoke up, "Okay ... okay. It's gonna be a bit, but I can come up with the money. A bit as in several hours, give or take."
"Alright, Miss Young. Again, I truly am sorry. Have a good rest of the day."
Her eyes rolled as she hit the "End" button, crossing her arms in frustration over her chest. "Damnit, Emrie .... " Shania muttered, exhaling deeply as another breath passed her lips. "That's basically all of my rent money, you bastard!"
Still, there was one saving grace, and it was in the fact he was safe. He hadn't gotten killed or otherwise hurt. Despite his most recent choices being horrible ones, Emrie and Shania had been pretty close.
Another reason this had upset her; she'd hoped that maybe this year could be the one where he could get away from his ... less-than-pleasant 'friends'. But going off that call, it was fair to assume he hadn't yet done that much.
Well .... you're not gonna get the money by just sitting around.
A slight grimace appeared as she picked her phone back up again.
"Oh, Shania! Hey girl, it's been a while!"
"Heh, yeah. I suppose it has. Umm .... listen. Is there ... ??"
"Say no more! Even if we were busy as all hell, there's always room for you to come over and work for the evening."
"Great. It's kinda a family emergency, so I really need it tonight."
"I can hear it in your voice. Don't worry, sweetie; just come on over and work your magic like you always did. I'll see about giving a good word so you can get more generous tips."
"Thanks, Jessica. I appreciate this."
Now that her plans for the night had been adjusted, Shania was quickly working on adapting to them. She hastily grabbed her wallet, car keys, and looked over herself. Thankfully, her 'side job' had more than enough outfits, so she could go in what she was wearing now and change upon arriving.
Am I missing anything?
Her eyes found the cell phone still in her hands and pocketed it away. After double, triple, and even quadruple checking to ensure she had everything, Shania briskly left her small efficiency. Were anyone else around, they would have heard the door slam. To say Shania was upset would be an understatement; truthfully, she was a bit pissed. Just as she'd hoped for positive changes to come to her brother, there were certain things she'd wanted to avoid for the rest of her own life. Doing this was one.
But for one evening, she could tolerate breaking her own promise. She would make it worth the time, effort, and energy that would be put in. And she would have no qualms relaying how much work she'd put in for her only sibling once Emrie got picked up.