Moon Guardian

Chapter 9... The Grandfather Clock

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Firstly, I'd like to deicate this to my lovely... self. I am awesome. God burned the midnight candle when he created me. He really did...

For those who didn't get that... that was an attempt at humour, a small "haha" before you read this chapter....

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The sound of ticking was loud. Too loud. She was trying to think, but the irksome ticking refused it. She mentally pleaded with the grandfather clock; asked it to stop yet it seemed to mock her by ticking considerably louder. Or was that just her imagination?

The area- tick

The area of- tick, tock.

The area of a cuboid tick was by two sides by three tock and if the cuboid was three by four by five tick tock-

She groaned loudly, making a show of dropping her quill on the desk and resting her forehead on the table. “I can hardly concentrate!” she said into the table, her voice muffled by the wood.

A slight chuckle from above tickled her ears. Head still on the table, Luna raised her hand towards the source of the laugh resulting in her hand carelessly palming smooth skin.

“What in heavens are you doing?” the same voice, slightly amused.

She smiled before answering, “I’m trying to make you keep quiet.” Her hand found the spot it was looking for, a soft cheek, and slapped lightly.

Before she could withdraw it, a much bigger hand clasped around her own. She sat up, looking at her hand’s captor, before pulling it away.

“And what has put you in this… unpleasant mood?”

“I’m trying to think… and this… this… grandfather clock!” she exclaimed, “Will not allow it.” She rested her head back on the table.

Another chuckle was the response.

Luna sat up again, “Nathaniel, this matter is not at all humorous.” She shook her head emphasising her point. “If I don’t finish this lesson, how will I show papa this week?”

“You know…” he didn’t finish.

She raised her eyebrows expectantly, waiting for the end of his sentence. “Yes?”

He crossed his arms over his almost-broad chest. “There are many rooms in this house.”

She looked at him; of course she knew that! “There are not many lesson rooms in this house.” She countered after staring at him in slight annoyance.

“Yet there are other rooms with desks, are there not?” he raised an eyebrow at her.

Nathaniel sat down in the seat beside her, “Luna, if the clock bothers you so much, then leave. It will not follow you.” He added with a smile.

“I know that. But you said, “This is the lesson room…” When we first started.” She quoted him, deepening her voice in her best impression of Nathaniel.

He laughed at her comical portrayal of himself. “Well for today we can let the other room be the lesson room.” He began packing her items off the table: books, inkpot, and stray papers while she stood and smoothed her dress.