Jim knew this had been coming for a while. He’d gone from a good student with model behavior to skipping class, getting barely passing grades, and dozing off in class, not to mention the rulebreaking trollhunting occasionally forced him to. Every one of his teachers noticed, and every one of them had said commented on it, from “you’re late again, Mr. Lake” to “I expected better from you on this test, Jim”. It was only a matter of time before someone started sticking their nose in places Jim really didn’t want them to.
❝ No… no, not really… ❞ said Jim, quick to try to shut down the discussion and dismiss concerns. ❝ I mean, nothing out of the ordinary. ❞
Jim had been ready to leave it at that, but a few moments after he stopped speaking, something occured to him. Trollhunting may be more urgent than school, but it wasn’t as though school wasn’t important to him. Maybe if he went along with it and confided in his teacher a little bit, he might cut him some slack on his missing assignments. All he had to do is leave out the trollhunting parts.
❝ Well, actually, now that I think about it, there is one thing, ❞ The boy admitted. He placed his belongings in his seat, then sat himself casually on the edge of his desktop, leaning back on his hands. ❝ I got a job a little while ago. I like it a lot, but… I feel like the heat’s turning up a bit, you know? There’s a lot of people relying on me to do my best, and the responsibilities… they can be kind of heavy at times. ❞ An understatement, to be sure. ❝ There’s a lot to do, and I can’t seem to find enough time do everything. ❞
The teacher frowned softly at his student quickly trying to shut down the discussion and dismissing his concerns. If Jim didn't want to tell him what's been going on that's been causing him to drain mentally and physically, he didn't want to push him. Before he could tell Jim that he could go, he noticed the change in Jim's. Was...? Yes, Jim was now telling him why he was falling asleep in class and why he was not turning his assignments on time. Jim was now confiding in him a little bit.
He started listening to Jim, a frown plastering across his face. Jim got a job? He opened his mouth then he shuts his mouth. He remained silent when his student finished speaking. What kind of job was it if there is a lot of people relying on him to do his best? His eyebrows furrowed in concern. ❝...Mister Lake. I am going to ask you a question and I need you to answer the question honestly. This job, is it a dangerous and risky job?❞ If Jim was already driving himself into the grave because of this job, it was now an issue. A concerning issue.
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