the book (hosie)

good grade

Josie sat alone in her office in the medical bay, typing up the injury report from the group's last op. The only serious injury occurred when Lena didn't pay attention to where she was Blinking and accidentally slammed into a building. Even then, her injuries weren't severe; just some cuts and bruises.

As she finished up her mountain of paperwork, Josie felt her phone buzz. She fished it out of her pocket and looked at the screen; a blush crept onto her face as she read the notification.

"See me after class."

That text from Hope excited Josie immensely. She knew what it meant, and she even had some old mementos she could pull out for tonight.

Signing her signature on the last document, Josie stood up from her desk and walked out of her office. It was once again late at the Watchpoint, and everyone else was asleep. That would do for Josie, who preferred not getting spotted with what she was putting on.

Josie reached her and Hope's shared room and walked in. She headed immediately to her closet and pulled out a medium-sized chest. She opened it, revealing a pleated skirt, knee socks, a white, button-up shirt, a plaid necktie, and sitting next to the clothes was an old trapper keeper: all of the components from her days in private school.

Smiling, Josie stripped out of her work clothes and into her old school uniform. It had obviously been a while, as the skirt rode a little higher up than it did in her teens and the shirt had to have a few buttons loosened as it was too small.

Finishing tying her necktie, Josie put on her glasses and grabbed the trapper keeper. She looked at herself in the mirror. It was as if she were looking into the past; the world-renowned doctor looked back at the girl who was top of her class, loved by teachers and respected by many others; the model student.

Fixing her tie, Josie exited the room, shifting her head all over to make sure nobody else was roaming the halls. Quickly, she walked to her destination, obviously not wanting to be late. Eventually, Josie found herself in front of the door leading to one of the classrooms used in training new recruits. Straightening herself, Josie knocked on the door.

"Enter," a voice said from behind the door.

Josie grasped the handle and turned it, opening the door and stepping inside. The room was empty, save for one person: Professor Hope mikelson, her genetics teacher.

"Y-You wanted to see me, Professor mikelson?" Josie asked timidly.

Hope looked up from her paperwork. She lowered her glasses passed her eyes and smiled. "Ah, Miss saltzman, you got my message." She pointed to the chair in front of her desk. Josie pushed her glasses up and slowly walked forward. She sat down and faced her teacher.

"So, what did you need to talk with me about?" Josie asked.

Hope smiled. "Well, Miss saltzman, you are aware that grades are to be finalized tomorrow?"

Josie nodded. "Yes, I am."

Hope grabbed her laptop and opened it. She typed for a bit and then turned it around to Josie. Her eyes widened when she noticed a red bar running through her name.

"What's that?!" Josie exclaimed.

Hope pointed at the bar and said, "That is an indicator showing that you're missing an assignment. I went back to check and found that you never turned in the project and essay bundle I assigned a month ago."

Josie's eyes widened. "Oh, Professor, I can explain! You see, it was-"

Hope raised her hand to silence the girl. "I don't want excuses, Miss saltzman. The point is that this assignment has lowered your grade substantially."