Llew was studying up a storm that her mind was seriously starting to hurt. She wasn't an over achiever but just someone who wanted high marks. She was in extremely difficult classes for all subjects. She had about three essays due, all for three classes and had to be at least ten pages or more. They were all due the next day and yeah it was her fault that she waited until the last moment but at the same time, she didn't know that the things that happened to outweigh her mind, would have happened. Still her fault.
Having just finished one essay, she put her head down on her book and closed her eyes, letting out a small groan. This was the only homework she had. She could do it. If she could emit wind from her palms and fingertips and let even the softest breath be one hell of a whirlwind towards an enemy, surely she could write to more massive essays.
While she was taking a small break, she felt a tap on her shoulder and sat up quickly. Looking behind her, she saw Tyler, or someone she didn't recognize to be honest.
"Hey, I'm Tyler. I sort of persuaded Nick to let me take this briefing. It's kind of obvious that he pisses you off." He chuckled. "May I sit?"
She simply nodded, moving her stuff out of the chair next to her. After he seated, he put his hands on the table and then turned to face her. "I understand you could identify the kidnapper?
"yeah. He's an angry man, I can tell you that much." She said gently.
"Do you have a piece of drawing paper and pencil?" He asked.
Nodding, she pulled out some printer paper she kept with her and gave him a pencil. He took it and he looked at her. "Describe him. Every detail. I need you to really look into your brain." He told her.
Swallowing hard, she did so, describing each and every detail of the kidnapper and while she did, Tyler was drawing it out on the piece of paper. From the very color of the thin layer of hair he had to the way his lips formed in an angry mug-shot look, Tyler had drawn him out to perfect on the paper and she nodded. "That's scarily accurate." She told him. He simply chuckled.
"Thank you for your time. I'll get this to the Society." He stood and then overlooked her work. "Reinhard, Wilson and Gibbons all pounded three essays? Damn, they still do that? Good luck." He patted her shoulder and then walked off. He had those teachers when he was in her grade. Damn hard but so worth the intellectual challenge and struggle.
Llew blew out some air and turned to face her work. With another heavy sigh, she started working on her second essay. Estimated time of completion: never!