Being For the Benefit of Miss Redfield-Kennedy
After being trapped in a mistletoe force field with Vega, and her subsequent rescue by her father, Sherry retreated into her room to study. Just like she'd intended to do in the beginning. Her hairband sat next to her on the bed and she kept playing with her lengthening hair as she read. Every once in a while her brow would furrow as she memorized a difficult problem, or her lips would move as she mouthed a sentence or passage.
Chemistry was kind of fun, though when she saw something that she clearly remembered not being on the periodic table, she had to stop, read it, read it again, and try to fit it in. That was the real problem with people from all over: science not fitting where it was supposed to.
But that wasn't science's fault, now was it?
Sherry pulled her eyes away from her screen and looked at her mother's bed. She knew she couldn't be rightnext to Claire all the time, but she hadn't seen her mother in a few hours (at least this time, Sherry was fairly sure she wasn't missing somewhere with her father - Leon had to work), and wondered just what Claire was up to. For a moment, she pondered asking her mother what she was doing with her day, and when were they eating dinner.
What did she have to study next?
Oh. Right. English. Bleh. She looked for the lesson and groaned. She already spoke English, and spoke it very well, if she said so herself. So why did they insist on teaching it for years and years? It was just the same thing over and over. Adjectives, nouns, prepositional phrases...!
Still... "Infinitive Phrases," she started aloud. "An infinitive phrase is what you get by combining an infinitive with an object. Pfft. It may be used as a noun, adjective or adverb. Boring." Sherry read the examples and frowned "...Why would a person's secret desire be nuzzling flagpoles? How do you even nuzzle one?" she questioned the empty room.
Chemistry was kind of fun, though when she saw something that she clearly remembered not being on the periodic table, she had to stop, read it, read it again, and try to fit it in. That was the real problem with people from all over: science not fitting where it was supposed to.
But that wasn't science's fault, now was it?
Sherry pulled her eyes away from her screen and looked at her mother's bed. She knew she couldn't be rightnext to Claire all the time, but she hadn't seen her mother in a few hours (at least this time, Sherry was fairly sure she wasn't missing somewhere with her father - Leon had to work), and wondered just what Claire was up to. For a moment, she pondered asking her mother what she was doing with her day, and when were they eating dinner.
What did she have to study next?
Oh. Right. English. Bleh. She looked for the lesson and groaned. She already spoke English, and spoke it very well, if she said so herself. So why did they insist on teaching it for years and years? It was just the same thing over and over. Adjectives, nouns, prepositional phrases...!
Still... "Infinitive Phrases," she started aloud. "An infinitive phrase is what you get by combining an infinitive with an object. Pfft. It may be used as a noun, adjective or adverb. Boring." Sherry read the examples and frowned "...Why would a person's secret desire be nuzzling flagpoles? How do you even nuzzle one?" she questioned the empty room.