Written and by Briar Eve also known as Mr. McFrugalshtein
It had been incorrectly. Everything.
The Grass would be a different shade of eco-friendly- a lighter shade compared to regular hunter eco-friendly. The pavement was slightly grainier and also the large trees all around the Garden parameter were common rather of walnut. The scene was totally foreign. However it was understandably so- this wasn't Balamb Garden.
It had been Galbadia.
Quistis looked up in the swirling Garden rings. 'Even the color and position from the rings will vary- Hyne, how do i be homesick? The train required thirty-six . 5 hrs and I've been standing for roughly 1 1 / 2 minutes- I have one 1000, six-hundred and forty-five hrs –minus one and three quarter's minutes- left. This internship will probably be the dying of me.'
"Ah…ma'am? Your bags?"
Quistis came back her focus on the cab driver, who'd so nicely detangled her baggage in the trunk and it was presently bogged lower using the sheer magnitude from the youthful woman's possessions. Quistis giggled. Only once.
"Thanks.Inch She responded as she slid into her canvas backpack, grasping two large suitcases and something smaller sized in her own right hands, while clutching a makeshift carry-on along with a large roller-wheel suitcase together with her left. Realizing she'd forgotten her purse, Quistis blew her bangs from her face, bent over and understood the strap of her black leather purse among her teeth. All of a sudden, she jerked her mind in to the air, launching the purse inside a high arch. Then, anticipating the descent, she shifted her body right and tucked her mind with the strap. The purse fell round her neck and aside. Perfect. She rose to her full height and rapidly obtained her professional composure. At a loss for the glittering display of female resourcefulness, the cab driver shook his mind and rose into his bit of humming yellow trash. He drove away inside a glorified daze. With this, she switched and rapidly strode towards her temporary home, her heels clicking the whole way.
'Cripes. I have only twenty-three minutes before my ending up in Martine. It's surprising that cab driver required thirty eight . 5 minutes to obtain here- It takes only 32 and fifty seconds. I am so behind.' Quistis selected up her pace as she undergone your garden gates and in to the atrium. She wasted no attention around the glances thrown at her by curious students- she'd no persistence on their behalf. Besides….she was a teacher now- they'd respect her….right? Right?!
Martine's instructions were on her to check on in in front desk, after which a cadet could be issued to hold her bags and escort her towards the instructor's quarters. This will all take about 16 minutes. Then she'd have four minutes to renew and 2 . 5 to satisfy the Headmaster at his office. Perfect. Internal justification for any subconsciously manifested Faade.
"Instructor Quistis Trepe from Balamb." Quistis announced with a mug of professionalism, a teaspoon of charisma along with a smidgen of pride. The Trepeian recipe for achievement. The secretary putting on the tortoiseshell glasses simply nodded her head.
"Go left. Second staircase around the right. Third floor. Room fifty-two.Inch The girl middle-aged voice was emphysema-filled and monotone. Quistis elevated an eyebrow.
"I had been with an escort…."
"Change of plans, honey. Left. Second staircase-right. Third floor. Fifty-two. First got it?Inch The irritable receptionist sighed and glared. Swallowing hard, Quistis maintained her composure and pulled her heavy-burdened body with the halls, internally cursing Galbadia Garden. 'This puts me behind…not to say sever my spine and cripple me indefinitely….' Upon reaching the steps, she permitted herself an audible groan as she clambered in the first flight of stairs. 'Hyne- this really is heavy. Should not have introduced everything canned Balamb water with me….' She rested around the landing as it were to trap her breath and also to re-maneuver a few of her luggage. Blowing her bangs from her face, the blonde-haired rookie instructor started again her trek, simply to be welcomed having a school bell and bombarded with a ocean of scholars and instructors. Anxiously trying to hide her frustration, she anxiously waited for that wave to dissipate as well as for her world to in some way return into focus.
She arrived at the 3rd floor huffing and puffing and dropped her luggage down. Pushing it right into a large heap, Quistis made the decision to scour the 3rd floor for room fifty two…without her crippling luggage.
'Thirty seven, thirty eight…..um…' she adopted the succession of rooms round the corridor corner. 'Forty nine. Fifty. Fifty one. Fifty…huh? Fifty-three? What the heck?A Quistis scrambled around. Not a chance. The area had disappeared. Overcome by her frustration, Quistis reverted to childish stomping as she backtracked, studying each room number completely and obsessively. 'Why performs this need to occur to me? Seven minutes! There is no way I'll allow it to be in…. ' "Hey!"
As she rounded the corner, Quistis found a set of cadets rummaging through her possessions. They'd opened up certainly one of her suitcases coupled with been handling her unmentionables. Upon seeing her black, French-lace panties at the disposal of a pimply-faced hooligan, Quistis squeaked in anger and ran after them, her heels smacking from the concrete floor. Giggling mercilessly, the 2 students grabbed certainly one of her suitcases and galloped lower the steps. Totally berserked, Quistis jumped in the third floor towards the between-floor landing. They'd respect her! The 2 viewed in awe as she arrived directly behind them. Prepared to cry in victory, the new-faced instructor all of a sudden heard easy and lost her balance. Her arms flailing and her mouth moving wordlessly, Quistis fell back difficult on her rump, her hair in her own face. Realizing what had happened, the thieving boys required off lower the steps and into oblivion. Quistis looked lower at her ft. Her heel had damaged. No room. No footwear. No Balamb water. She simply wanted to be sad. She let one perfect tear fall from her right oral cavity and stored others under control. The seem of actions arrived to earshot, but Quistis was too busy controlling her impending nervous breakdown to note.