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He would say he was a good student.
Not the best, but certainly not the worst.
...
Okay, maybe he could raise a few of his grades.
But that's fine! He's succeeding elsewhere!
Friends- No, wait, they all left him.
Online- Yeah, he hasn't been allowed to check his media for a while.
Life- No words, just ha .
School- Uhm.
He's not sure?
Though, that may be why he's sitting in Mr. Watson's classroom, eyeing the clock to see what time it is.
About... Wilbur can't read clocks, with their two-hands and weird tick, tick, he doesn't know how much longer.
Five minutes, perhaps?
Five minutes more, and you can go home.
Wait, no, I have tutoring today. Fuuuuuuck no...
Shit. There goes that plan.
...at least Mr. Watson is nice about this sort of thing.
>★<
"Thanks, Mr. Watson." Wilbur pulled his backpack on, any energy he had left draining by the second. Mr. Watson gave him a kind smile. "Anytime, Wilbur. If you ever need any more help, you know when I'm available." The student nodded. He pushed his chair in, opened the classroom door, and began his walk down the hallway. Mr. Watson watched him go, then returned to his work. Wilbur had asked about the homework, and Philza had explained a few of the questions. Speaking of homework...
Phil glanced over the sheet Wilbur had turned in around a week previous. The answers were correct, though the writing was a bit messy, and he had received full marks. It differed vastly from the boy's classwork. Philza hadn't really noticed it before, but the tutoring session had made him a bit suspicious. Wilbur had stayed behind, and had asked for a few explanations, but turned down his teacher's offers for help. Now that I think of it... The twitching, his inability to focus on things said merely seconds ago, a slight jump when someone was the tiniest bit loud... I get the feeling there might be something more going on. But what do I know, I'm a teacher. I shouldn't jump to conclusions. Making a mental note to keep an eye on the struggling student, Philza began his grading again.