BEING HIS STUDENT

I roll my pretty hazel eyes as I sit in the empty hallway.

There is an antique grandfather clock at the end of the hall. I can hear it ticking dutifully, counting down how many minutes I have been waiting here. Judging by the sunlight streaming in at a dark golden hue, it must be getting to mid-afternoon.

I groan and shuffle impatiently in my seat. I’ve never been very good at waiting for things. I tend to get what I want when I want it.

And very rarely do I ever have to do anything outside my desires.

I guess you could say that makes me...