May 7, 2013
Roadblock (@failure-speaking)
Never the most patient of people, Galaco's tolerance always wore down by the end of the day, mid-week. Though her splendid smile was every-present, her terms of affection and sweet replies became more and more strained, and her watchful eyes a bit more critical. Sweeping down the hallway, she was not pleased to see an underclassman lingering in front of her locker, apparently doing nothing.
"Would you be a dear and kindly move?" she requested, letting her tense tone say what her words did not. "We don't have all day."