Four-Eyed Jessy

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Jessy looked out the window into the distance, at the church tower. As always, she was lost in thought. This happened to her constantly. She almost always lost herself in her own little fantasy world. Her head resting on her left hand as she placed her right hand on her pen. "Jessica, would you please keep working on your essay?!" Came a shrill voice that jerked Jessy from her thoughts.

The girl looked up in fright. "What?" She asked, confused. Her teacher pointed to the blank sheet lying on the table in front of her. "Your essay," she repeated. Jessy looked around her classroom. Her classmates were all busy filling their worksheets with endless texts.

She looked back at her teacher and nodded. "Oh well...yes..." She said shortly before she pretended to write something down, but in truth she had no idea what she was supposed to do.

Her full name was Jessica Fleming. She was fifteen-years-old and attended the 8th grade. She was actually a very decent and good student, were it not for her tiny problem of lack of interest. She pushed the sheet aside, whereupon she should have written her essay, and replaced it with her sketchbook. Drawing was her absolute favorite hobby. She often spent hours at home drawing any characters or anything else. However, she didn't realize that this was an awkward time to pursue her hobby, as Jessy didn't notice that her teacher, Mrs. Hanks, stood in front of her and took the paper from her.

Her teacher looked at the sketch of a girl with a sword, "Hey, that's mine!" Jessy protested, but her teacher shook her head before tearing the drawing.

"The only thing you have to do now is to write your essay, nothing else! We aren't here for art classes. If you were to do your work with as much fun, and concentration as you draw your picture. You would probably be the best student in this class." Mrs. Hanks sat down in her chair again, and pierced Jessy with one last look. "Stay after class?"

The girl sighed, annoyed and nodded. "Yes, Mrs. Hanks." She could hear the giggles of her classmates, but that didn't interest her much at the moment. Much worse, she found that her teacher broke her drawing. Who needs such a stupid essay? Jessy asked herself as she picked up her pen again, and indiscriminately wrote something on the page.

After about twenty minutes the lesson was over, and the break would start at any moment. The students all cleared their seats, only Jessy remained seated. After everyone left, Ms. Hanks sat at the table opposite of the young student. "So what is it now?" Jessy asked, extra annoyed, and crossed her arms over her chest.

Mrs. Hanks sighed. "The school year has just begun, and I'm worried about you. I mean, only a few weeks have passed. If you are already so unfocused, how is that going to work when the exams begin?" The teacher looked at Jessy, who was looking away because she found direct eye contact extremely unpleasant.

"No idea?" Was her only response.

Mrs. Hanks ran her hand through her hair. You could see that she was stressed, and Jessy didn't make it any easier for her. "I just want you to stop drawing in the classroom all the time, and now you're starting to concentrate, right?"

Jessy picked up her bag. "Alright." She stood up. Mrs. Hanks gave her a hand signal that she could leave now. Jessy left the classroom as soon as possible. 'Just get out of here!' She thought to herself.

When she arrived at the playground, her friends were already waiting for her. "I'm so sorry it took so long!" Jessy told her friends.

"No problem," the blondie, with the two pigtails, replied. It was Jessy's best friend, Thess. "What subject do you have next?" She wanted to know.

Jessy rolled her eyes in annoyance. "Math," she answered. Mathematics was her big problem in school. She hated it because she was having a hard time solving simple tasks. And her math teacher wasn't any better. Instead of helping her, he gave her extra tricky problems to solve. Jessy continued to talk to her friends before the break was over.

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