Communion of the Cursed

The New Professor

Genevieve's POV ~ 

Leaning against the kitchen counter I watched as the coffee began to percolate at an excruciatingly slow pace. Tapping my fingernails against the glass top of the stove, I became more impatient by the second. My eyes kept moving back and forth between the coffee pot and my laptop that had a rather empty word document on it. There were to be three thousand words on the ever so fascinating topic of the electoral college.

This was not at all one of the subjects I was deeply involved with or a big fan of, but it was the topic I had picked out of the bowl in my English Composition class. We were given a good week or so to pull the assignment off, but I was the queen of procrastination. Once again, this choice of time management was turning out to bite me in the ass.

"You are testing every bit of patience I have, Mr. Coffee. Get your shit together." I whispered to the appliance, tapping the top of it.

Grabbing my laptop I gave the machine a few minutes to finish brewing my coffee and brought the laptop over to the living room couch. My blinds were still wide open and this late at night the entire sky was stark black, and it felt like I was the only one awake at this hour. I lived in a fairly quiet apartment complex and I adored that aspect of my everyday life. When I wasn't slaving over school work or my thankless job, my favorite hobby by a long shot was writing.

It was rather ironic that when it came to school writing assignments writer's block came and completely took control of me, but when I was in control of what I wrote and how I write, the words never ceased to stop pouring out onto the word documents.

Twenty minutes later I had only achieved another paragraph which had me at sixteen hundred words which wasn't nearly as far as I needed to be this late in the night. Correction, this early in the morning. Strolling back into the kitchen, I was delighted to see that my harsh words to my coffee pot had seemed to work, leaving me with six glorious cups of delicious coffee. Somedays I felt as if it would be just easier to get an IV and have the coffee transported to me that way, but the best alternative to that was the unnecessarily large 'The Grinch Who Stole Christmas' mug.

Not having the patience to clean the pot at this exact moment, I left it in the sink and went back to my living room where I was going to have to buckle down and get this assignment over with. The teacher for this class was wonderful, he loved my writing and was always fawning over my writing style which meant even if the facts weren't one hundred percent picture perfect and the layout of my argument didn't perfectly add up, I could still count on my writing style to pull through for me and get me a good grade.

"Two more months, Genevieve. Two more months and then you are done with this class." I sighed, adding in some positive talk to hopefully give me even more of an energy boost to make this paper the best I could.

If those two things didn't work, I'm not sure that there's something that would.

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"Hey Smith, you look like death!" Kyra exclaimed, dropping down onto the chair next to me.

"Don't tell me I was the only one who finished that paper after midnight last night." I groaned.

Travis, who was sitting at one of the desktops at the back of the room, turned to look at the two of us and he shot us an incredibly worried look. What was his deal?