ZOEY
A couple of weeks back, if Professor Beaumont had demanded for Zoey to see him in his office, she would have jumped up from her seat and followed him quickly.
Now, the times have changed and she didn't care.
She sat, idly in class whiling away time until everyone left the class.
Only when she was the last one left did she sluggishly pick up her tote, sling it across her arm and then, dragged herself to his office in a manner that was synonymous to the snail.
With the stupid key card he handed to her all those weeks ago, she opened the door and walked into the office.
At the door of the office, she removed her tote from where it hung on her arm and pressed her back against the door before folding her arms across her chest.
"You requested to see me." She said, casually.
From his
