OK | S.K.S

Episode 1

When a friend calls to me from the road
And slows his horse to a meaning walk,
I don't stand still and look around
On all the hills I haven't hoed,
And shout from where I am, "What is it?"
No, not as there is a time to talk.
I thrust my hoe in the mellow ground,
Blade-end up and five feet tall,
And plod: I go up to the stone wall
For a friendly visit

I can't stop thinking of that poem. It's just wandering in my head and has been distracting me all week. It's interrupting my meals, conversations, and classes.

I read online, "The poem means that friends are important and so is work, but sometimes friends are worth it: sometimes it's hard to make time for friends when work is involved."

Isn't it cool?

"Kylie." I looked up, dragged out of my thoughts. That's good, I think... Considering I'm in class.

"Yeah?" I responded plainly and carelessly.

"Are you day dreaming? Should I move you away from the window?" My teacher, Miss Day smiled at me, the look of hatred and shit in her eyes. 

"No, I'm perfectly fine where I am." I curved the corner of my lips upward, mimicking her fake  smile.

"Are you? You're awfully distracted.." She tapped her fake nails onto my desk.

I furrowed my eyebrows and traced my eyes along the students heads, looking back at me with pity.

"You do realize we're holding up the class, right? Why don't we just..." I pushed her fingers off my desk one-by-one.

"...Drop it." I held a relaxed face, my eyelids dropping halfway.

She clenched her jaw, raising an eyebrow at me before leaning in, holding up her long fingers to the side of her mouth.

"I'd like to talk to you after class." She whispered, just loud enough for a few students near my desk to hear.

"Don't forget to bring to tea ~!" I hollered as she walked away from my desk.

Students giggled at the sound of me in trouble. Possibly at that sour face she could've been making.

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"Enjoy your Thursday!" Miss Day smiled widely at the students, waving towards them as the last group of students left the class. Leaving me, of course.

"Miss Baker." She said in a sing-song tone. 

I rolled my eyes.

"Miss Day." I impersonated her using her own last name.

"You have to do something about your attitude." She declared and stacked some of her files on the desk.

"Did you bring the tea?" I asked.

"No, I did not bring the tea." She rubbed the tip of her index finger and her thumb along the bridge of her nose, letting out a frustrated sigh.

"Did you finish 5.13?" She asked. I remained quiet.

"5.14? 15? 16? What about the unit test?" She smirked once she realized I hadn't done any of it.

"I expect the assignments to be turned in by Monday, the second class starts."

"Am I free to go?" I brushed my fingers through my short hair, ignoring almost everything she said.

"You are. But just so you know, you're failing my course." She took a obnoxiously loud sip of her coffee. I could just imagine the black coffee brushing past the gap in her teeth, staining her tongue.