<hr/><div class="floatright">(http://vignette1.wikia.nocookie.net/prettylittleliars/images/b/be/Ashley-benson-mobile-wallpaper.jpg/revision/latest?cb=20110721175302)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Abigail Krueger (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=261894.msg12988378#msg12988378)<br/><strong>Location:</strong>An Unused Classroom<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>Monday, Sept. 11, 2017 - 10:00 AM (1000)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Rahne Sinclaire (CLOSED)<br/><strong>Content:</strong>Abigail tries to get over and annoyance of being forced to have a tutor.<br/><hr/><br/>While her first day, and night for that matter, had shown Abigail that being here wasn't going to be so bad, the last couple of days had done a lot of damage to that belief.  It had all started when she'd been woken early on the 9th and told that she had to take a series of tests.  This had already put her in a bad mood since she hated the idea of taking tests, but she'd been left with no other choice.  So she'd gotten up and spent the next six or seven hours taking a number of tests covering all sorts of material from math to history to sciences and English.  Once she was done, she'd been informed that they were placement tests designed to determine her academic level and what class she should be inserted into.  They would be graded that night and a determination be made, but Abigail already knew that it would be bad for her.<br/><br/>The truth of the matter was she'd only received a formal education until the age of ten when she ran away from the orphanage. After that, she'd never bothered much with learning unless it was something that would benefit her efforts to survive.  While she was by no means an idiot, she knew that she wasn't as educated as most of the kids around here would be and knew that when the tests were graded, it would show.  And sure enough, the tests had determined that in most courses, she had at best an 8th or 9th graders understanding of the subjects. Still better than she'd expected, but not nearly where she knew she would've been had she gone through high school like a normal kid.  Eventually, it was determined that normal classes wouldn't work and that a tutor would be more effective and one had been assigned to her without her input.<br/><br/>No, she'd just been told where to be and when.  So it was that she found herself walking down the halls towards a classroom.  She was sporting a simple black tee-shirt that she'd borrowed from Kitty and a pair of worn blue jeans that were hers from before she'd been brought here.  She was a few minutes late, but she didn't care as she opened the door and caught her first look at the girl.  She couldn't be any older than Medusa herself and had vibrant red hair.  She was also massively overdressed for the situation which made Abigail more than a little self conscious about the situation.   Seeing the girl was sketching, she rolled her eyes slightly and sat down at an unused seat across from the other girl and looked at her.<br/><br/><strong>"So you're going to be my tutor?"</strong>she asked, a slight sneer on the word 'tutor',<strong>"I'm Abigail.  And you are?"</strong>She wasn't actually trying to be a bitch here, but she was annoyed at this whole situation. And when she was annoyed then it wasn't uncommon for her to come off as a little bit snide and bitchy.  But still, she took a folder and handed it to the other girl.<strong>"I was told to give you this,"</strong>she said,<strong>"I guess it's some sort of course guide or something. I don't know, it didn't make sense to me."</strong>When Rahne got a look at it, she'd see it was instructions on what to start with and how to measure progress, giving her a good starting point once introductions were out of the way.