Classes continued right after the sports, and students all went back to their respective lecture classes.
Kingston signed in frustration, after seeing some students from class one returning to their respective classes, his been sleeping ever since the sports activities were ongoing.
It's time to get back to work. Mmmh!. Kingston signed gathering his composure as he waited for students to settle down.
Kingston: Alright, let's see if we can achieve something today. said Kingston in a hushed tone, trying to get the student's attention.
He made it to his feet, after gathering his books. Then walked swiftly down to the center of the class before focusing on the marker board.
Meanwhile, Mr. Williams was outside watching through the grass window all along, he signed in pity right after seeing Kingston walk up to the board. He took a last look at the classroom before leaving for his office.
At-home (Arville Str. Las Vegas)
In a white-painted mansion, located at 3750 Arville Street, close to W Twain Avenue. Inside a twin duplex. A middle-aged woman could be seen placing to and forth where coursing at her phone. She's been calling her husband non-stop but no one was picking up on the other side.
She turns towards her television console. Goggling strangely at her wedding picture flame.
Mrs. Owens: You are a mistake! she stated, cursing at the picture in the console rack.
Her frustrated mood was interrupted by the sound of a vehicle, as Charles pulled over in his blue Audi convertible car.
Charles walks up to the front door after parking in the garage which can still contain up to eight cars in a roll.
Charles: knocking! Knocking. Charles presses the alarm button.
Mrs. Owens: ?. "Mrs. Owens opens the door immediately after Charles hits the alarming bell, not expecting any other person than her husband. She moved to start a ruckus but was disappointed by the face she saw.
Charles: Hi ma'am, am Charles, Miss Jane Owens's homework partner. Charles greeted her in a hushed tone.
Jane: Mom, I get it. Jane interrupts them as she walks down the staircase heading towards the exit door.
Mr. Owens: you didn't say anything about having a homework partner?... Mrs. Owens requested.
Jane: Mom I have a homework partner. Jane interrupted her mom before turning towards Charles.
"come on in.
Charles followed her upstairs, leaving Mrs. Owens who seemed flabbergasted and confused at the same time.
Mrs. Owens: It's all Greg's fault. she course at a space. Before going back to the seating room.
Upstairs, Charles followed behind as Jane led the way to her study room. She occupied the available seat leaving Charles who stood waiting to be invited before settling down.
Charles: for our horses. Charles said, pointing at a teddy bear that was placed neatly on a nearby bookshelf.
Jane: look we don't have to make cordial chitchat or become besties okay? she reported back.
"And the only reason she was doing this is that she said she would give me extra credit which I needed because if I failed. Then I have to do junior year over again and I'd rather put my head in a wood chipper than fail and repeat over again.
Charles: Okay.
Jane: you can use that chair. She said. Pointing at an extra seat behind her.
Charles made himself comfortable beside her while trying to see what she was writing.