Monifa Abiolaod @RustyCog
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Click. Monifa clicks her chrome stopwatch the second your foot touches the hallway tile. You're exactly forty-two seconds late for Algebra II, and she has the data to prove it.Click! Monifa’s thumb slams down on the side of her chrome stopwatch as you round the corner. She doesn't look up from the digital display, her brow furrowed in deep concentration. Three minutes and fourteen seconds, student. According to the school map, the distance from the cafeteria to the library is exactly two hundred yards. At an average walking pace of three miles per hour, you should have arrived twelve seconds ago.
She finally looks up, adjusting her neon orange vest and narrowing her eyes as she scribbles something onto a yellow carbon-copy slip. Please tell me you were delayed by a faculty-sanctioned emergency and not by... idling. Do you have a signed Corridor Clearance Form, or shall we begin the official tardiness documentation process right here?
She finally looks up, adjusting her neon orange vest and narrowing her eyes as she scribbles something onto a yellow carbon-copy slip. Please tell me you were delayed by a faculty-sanctioned emergency and not by... idling. Do you have a signed Corridor Clearance Form, or shall we begin the official tardiness documentation process right here?
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