Exo Imagines

Under the Moonlight (Xiumin)

For the lovely Kelly~! Also known as NishinoyaYuu, who very shyly asked me to write this request. Gurl, I gots you. lol. Enjoy! 2.5k words. woah.

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Kelly's P.O.V

Sometimes I think of reasons why to listen in to the Teacher's lesson. Don't get me wrong, I love and respect the aging Teacher currently standing in front of the room, but her lessons are very tiring. This AP Lit class is sure giving me a headache. Maybe an expresso from the new Café would dull it away. Only if exiting the school would be so easy.

Damn private schools and their overly secured gates.

"Writing the perfect thesis is not that simple class. We are not in Middle School anymore. Everything you write and put down on that paper gives the reader the image of what you're writing. The basics." Mrs. Rae pointed at the board with compelling terms and ideas. "You can't just throw in whatever, that just wastes away whole purpose. Take it seriously, know what you have to do-" She continued on about the works of Shakespeare turning around to fetch her book.

I furrowed my eyebrows at the last statement. Know what you have to do? That's pretty simple, if you think about it. Just write down what the paper is about. Why is there a lesson about this?

"Before you leave class, here is the homework for the weekend. This is a major component of your final grade this semester. Take it seriously. Some of us can't afford to fail this." The Irish woman eyed the students who were most likely taking in a D or below.

The bell rang with a loud ruckus, as always, and I began packing up, taking the assignment snd placing it in my folder. Just as I stood up to head towards the door, a cough interrupted my movements.

"Kelly, can I speak to you for a moment?" Mrs. Rae asked, as she sat down on her chair. I nodded, and placed my book bag down at the side of the front desk.

"Kelly, your papers have been nothing but excellent, the proper uses of technique with your vocabulary is quite astonishing. Very unique."

I stared at her figure, nodding along. "Thank you, Mrs. Rae."

She took her right hand and gave me a stapled pile of papers. All of which that contained my paper I've handed to her for the past semester.

"Everything was paced perfectly, straight to the point, but I think you're way too straight forward about what you put down in your thesis. You're very conscious about your words, if I'm not mistaken?" She said while looking me.

"I don't quite understand what you're saying, Mrs. Rae. I am not conscious of anything, nonetheless at my works." I denied getting defensive.

She sighed, before placing a hand on the table, looking at me warmly. "Dear, you're a scholarship student at the most prestigious College in all of England. It is very easy to be conscious at everything. Please do not feel as if you have to be perfect all the time. Do not hold yourself back at your own ability."

"I-I have no idea what you're talking about. I-"

Mrs. Rae proceeded to take an all too familiar paper out from her desk drawer skimming through it. "This was from America, right? Quite the controversial use of proper grammar. I must say I was impressed at the moment this was given to me by the head of the Literature Department. He too was astonished at how you miss-used the strict rules of writing to write such a strong essay to convey the work of Charles Dickens. Where has this girl gone? Why did she disappear?"

"Mrs. Rae, I-" I tried but she silenced me with a look. Putting the essay down, she stood up from the desk, and walked towards my desk, grasping my hands in her wrinkled ones.