<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/>Medusa noticed the blush starting to form from the very moment that she entered the room.  And it told her a lot about the girl in front of her, almost as much as her choice of clothing did.  The blush showed that this was a girl that struggled with her self confidence and the fact that she was overdressed indicated one of two possible things.  Either she was extremely prim and proper and didn't dress down for any reason whatsoever or she had been unsure how to approach this situation and had thus gone massively overboard.  And given the blush, she was going to bet on the latter since someone that was very prim and proper was unlikely to have any issues with her self confidence and thus wouldn't be blushing, or at least that had been the experience that Medusa had had with people.  And while she was on the streets, reading people had been a valuable tool to her survival, so she'd learned it very carefully.<br/><br/>As the girl started talking, her accent gave her away as Scottish, which she honestly hadn't been expecting, but then again with her pale skin and hair, she should've figured it out easily.  After handing the girl the folder, she leaned back in her chair and stared at Rahne.  She knew what the folder contained as she'd read it.  And while she didn't understand all of the terms and words in it, a reminder that she did actually need some education, she had gotten the gist of it.  She needed work in pretty much every major academic area and it would fall to Rahne to start getting her on the path to being successful.  And based on what she'd read, she knew that the Professor had expected that this would be a long term process given her lack of education and a part of her was annoyed at this, but she found that she had no other choice.  It was either play the game the way she was told to play it or find herself risking a return to prison, which was much worse than this place.  At least here, the cage was gilded.<br/><br/>When the olive branch of making their own schedule was offered, Medusa honestly thought about swatting it away and continuing to be a bitch.  But she had to remind herself that no matter how big of a bitch she was, she would still have to do this and if this girl decided she couldn't handle it, then someone else would be chosen.  And she suspected that whoever it was that would follow her wouldn't be as willing to apparently make this easier for her.  So with that in mind, she made the decision that she would, at least, give this girl a chance.  So when the option of holding these sessions other places came up, she nodded lightly.<strong>"Honestly, I'm more of a night person, so I'd like to do these later in the day,"</strong>she said,<strong>"And maybe in one of the lounges.  Classrooms make me feel really uncomfortable."</strong><br/><br/>Her discomfort came from her years at the orphanage.  The nuns that had run the place had also taught classes to all of the kids and they had no problems with using a rules to smack a kid when they suspected that they weren't paying attention or not trying hard enough.  Or even if they just felt like making an example, something that had happened to Medusa a number of times since she had seemingly always been in the wrong place at the wrong time.  The sad part was she'd actually enjoyed the classes and worked hard in them, but yet she always seemed to get punished for some reason or another and thus she'd slowly developed a dislike for classrooms and classroom settings, although she would not be telling any of this to Rahne or anyone else really since that was intensely personal and also a part of her life that she wanted to forget and never think about again.<br/><br/>When the subject of where she wanted to start came up, she looked at the other girl and noticed her chewing her bottom lip.  It was a clear sign that she was nervous, something that she actually found to be a bit comforting as it meant that she wasn't the only one struggling with this.  And her eyes also noticed the cross that hung on the girl's neck as she played with it.  That cross added to the bad memories, but she didn't say anything about it.  Instead, she shrugged her shoulders.<strong>"Fuck it,"</strong>she uttered almost carelessly,<strong>"Might as well start with something I used to be good at.  Let's start with math."</strong>And it was true since she had done extremely well in math as a little girl.  She just hoped that her skills in that subject hadn't crumbled entirely.