Moving Forward

-Fourteen-

Sarah's P.O.V.

"Well, I guess it's because I'm having a bit of ..... issues."

"Issues? What kind of issues."

"My energy sir."

"Ah, and what makes this a issue for you?"

"I don't have the energy to do things sometimes, I kind of don't have a bed and that messes with my sleep a bit, I mean, I sleep in a reasonable time but I keep waking up feeling mentally drained."

"Well that makes sense Sarah, you can have a easy time falling asleep but if you don't sleep in a place your body feels comfortable in, chances are, your system is using energy to make you think you're resting, resulting in the draining of said problems."

"Oh."

"Oh indeed," he smirks looking away, pauses, then turns to face me." Say Sarah..."

"Yes sir?"

"You know, we still need a script."

"Okay..."

"Well, why don't you write one for us?"

"What!?" 

"Yeah! You'll do great Miss. Fonda... You're very creative, I love hearing the little stories you come up with, when we talk a walk around the school."

"I-I don't know sir, I've never written something before, unless you count those little poems and essays I had to do in elementary to high school."

He let out a little chuckle, "I'm sure you can come up with something Miss. Fonda, you always seem to do so, just kind of late. I could give you a couple of months to come up with something, and pay you for your hard work."

"Well alright sir, though you don't have to pay me, I wouldn't mind doing it for free." I give him a crooked smile.

"Nonsense!" He says while patting my back twice which kind of stung. "You should get paid for your crafts Miss. Fonda, unless it's a gift, then it's free.

'I open my mouth to speak but, he seemed to know what I was going to say, causing me to close my mouth.'

"This isn't a gift Sarah, I commissioned you to write a script."

"Commissioned?"

"It's when someone requests something from you and are willing to pay for your hard work."

"Ah,.......well okay. I'll do it sir. I'll write a script! When I finished speaking I could feel my Pink tinted brown eyes sparkle with ambition. 

"Great, I'll give you until September, I'm counting on you Miss. Fonda."

"Yes sir!" I hop off the desk and run towards the door.

"Miss. Fonda, you still have class."

I halt in mid run. "Oh right, heh." I run towards the stage, getting greeted by my fellow peers as I did.