RAWFTCAB (Jenlisa Adaptation)

Part 35

During the weekend, Jennie brought home the essays her students had just written and turned in. They were to be graded by her and since they were argumentative essays written by science major students, naturally the logic behind their arguments was quite sound. However, there were a few handfuls of students who did not take the assignment seriously and the work they handed in was quite a headache to look at.

Lisa sat beside Jennie, sketching as she watched her go through each and every paper. In her hand was every teacher's favorite type of pen, the red ballpoint type, and like a bloody judge, it gave each student a number it deemed worthy of their work.

Therefore, if the pen is the judge then is the holder of the pen Yama, the king of hell? [1] An image of Jennie wearing one of those judges' uniforms like the one she saw on TV briefly flashed through her mind.

The frightening image that appeared caused Lisa to feel amazed at her imagination and she shook her head as she tried to erase that image from her mind so she could get back to her own work.

After a while, she noticed that those beautiful eyebrows were furrowed and a frown hung on Jennie's beautiful face. She watched as Jennie even flipped to the front of the essay to look at the student's name before setting the essay to the side.

Lisa glanced at the paper and secretly felt bad for the student. If the writing could even make Jennie upset, just how bad was it?

Then she suddenly remembered that love letter she had written so many years ago. Of course, she couldn't remember much, but she did remember that it was full of grammar errors and punctuation mistakes. What if Jennie had gotten annoyed when she read her writing?

Ka-da!

The soft sound of something breaking was particularly loud in this silence.

Lisa froze and then realized it was her own pencil that had made the noise. It seemed that the tip of the pencil had broken off and there were a few stray marks on the white drawing paper in front of her. She forced herself to focus, settling her mind as she erased the stray black marks.

"What's wrong? No inspiration today?" Jennie pushed up her glasses and stretched. Lisa had been sitting beside her for more than an hour now, but the drawing paper was even cleaner than her face with not a single drawing on it. She wondered if something was bothering her and if that something was herself, as Lisa's eyes hardly left her body this entire time.

"No, nothing like that." Lisa twirled the pen in her hand as she tried to cover her own panic. It was really hard to lie to your wife when she is also a teacher who is trained to detect them.

"Well, that's good. You should continue working then." Jennie didn't force her to explain and went back to correcting the essays. However, this time her grading speed seemed to have significantly increased.

Lisa sheepishly scratched her head and then stood up to grab something. She came back with a lamp from her bedroom and placed it on the table next to Jennie. The warm yellow light hit Jennie's face, a slight shadow forming on one side of her face.

"Isn't the light a little too bright?"

"I don't think it's bright at all."

Jennie gave her a glance full of suspicion but seeing that Lisa had started sketching seriously, she didn't say anything and focused on her own work instead.

During the next few moments, the only sounds that could be heard in that room were the sounds of a pencil sketching furiously and a red pen scratching marks on essays.

Riinnng! Riiinnng!

Jennie quickly silenced her phone and looked up to see a strange expression on Lisa's face. She immediately realized that it was probably because Lisa was annoyed at being interrupted during her focused drawing session. She looked at her apologetically, "Sorry, I need to answer the phone."