Your Eulogy Will Be Music to My Ears.

[Library]

He was nursing a slap on the face.

His blunt remark earned him that gift.

“Why, the fuck did you have to hit me?” He asked looking at her.

“Because, you had to ask a stupid question, like I don’t know who Cannibal Corpse is? Pfft!” She said.

They looked at each other again. Then deciding, they’d better gather their things and get to work.

[10:15]

With books and pencils and paper scattered along the table, you would think progress would be a shoe in.

But unfortunately, that wasn’t the case.

“Can we please take a break; my head’s really killing me!” Oli screamed.

“No, we mustn’t. I know I’m being a hard ass. But we really need to work with your weakness, rather then your strengths.” Lorraine said.

“Please,” He said looking at her with puppy dog eyes.

“No, I don’t fall for tricks like that. You told me you wanted my help. So here it is.” She said.

“Fine,” He said looking back at the limits paper.

She rolled her eyes and shaking her head and proceed to hit him with her Calulcus book.

This boy never learns does he?