Willow crossed her arms as she watched the boys exchange papers. “You’re not seriously doing this, I hope?”
Rivek laughed as he thumbed through the pages of Bohren’s essay. “Why break tradition?”
“Re-word it a bit more this time,” Bohren said. “I think the professor’s onto us.” He sat down and began erasing the numbers on his homework. Over his shoulder, Willow could see he was now writing them back to match Rivek’s.
“You’re both cheating!”
“It’s only cheating if you copy it directly,” Rivek shrugged. Willow read the first line of his essay. Two words differed from Bohren’s. “And if I were truly cheating, don’t you think I’d pick a better writer to copy?”
Bohren glared at him. “Sixty-seven is still passing.”
“And I’m still very grateful for that sixty-seven.”
“I can’t believe you two are really doing this.” Willow grabbed Bohren’s essay out of Rivek’s hands. He pinched her wrist, causing her to drop the paper to the ground, and picked it up as she rubbed the new sore spot on her forearm.
“Well, believe it. Some of us poor unfortunates simply aren’t as intelligent - or should I say, aren’t as lucky? - as you. Not everyone can afford school - or what was it in your case? Tutors?” Rivek handed her his textbook. “Here, you might want to get started on your reading for next year.”
“Ugh,” she threw the book down in disgust. It landed on the stone floor with an echoing bang. Crossing her arms, she left their room, slamming the door behind her.
“67 par tenti
. - 070/100 Themes.
I don’t know why ‘67%’ is theme number 70.
Rivek is very good at math, but Bohren is not at English. So even when copying answers, it’s not a very fair trade.
Willow’s father accrued substantial war debts, so she is actually very poor. Therefore, when people even bring up her family’s financial status, she gets rather angry.More Art/Story Featuring These Characters:
Bohren Tabirian, Rivek Ailinar, Willow Solan belong to Grace Fong, :icofictograph: