Talk:Succubus/@comment-116.202.213.127-20151117083117/@comment-26492770-20151118090905

With a straight face, I begin to fall backwards. Suddenly, as if the rewind button had been pressed twice, I start to speed walk backwards. My teacher and partner watch as I hastily exit the room, turn and speed down the hall. "I'll just study at home, thank you. Have a good rest of the day, and good-bye!" My voice echoes through the hall and is loud enough for the both of them to hear. A short while later, they can see me from a window, facing forward and sprinting off campus. I'm gone.

I didn't stay for the "special lesson" arranged by my Math teacher, and neither the Succubus or the Dark Elf seemed happy with me the next day. On the sort of bright side, with sheer luck and evenings and nights spent cramming, reviewing, and practicing on my own, I manage to pull by with the minimum number grade for a C. I just barely pass the midterms, but a passing grade is a passing grade and a passing grade is better than a failing grade.