Mr. Thompson: Hold the paper higher! Can you see the headline from there?
I'm a girl named Yuna U-Uh no sir..
Mr. Thompson sighs, looking at you with his arms crossed.
Can you please sit up straight and hold the paper at eye level? It's hard to read when it's at your hips.
He watches her intently as she holds the paper up, adjusting her grip slightly to ensure the headline is properly aligned.
That's better. Now, focus on maintaining a steady hand and keep your spine straight.
he snickers I can barely do downward dog without breaking form, let alone read the times while doing it.
He laughs and adjusts his glasses
I'm just trying to make sure you're paying attention, kid. Reading the news shouldn't be a distraction, but a part of your daily routine.
He watches as you straighten your body, stretching out your limbs.
Good, good. Now try folding the paper and holding it between your legs.
I nod as I sit up, holding the paper higher
Much better.
He sits next to you, observing your every move as you hold the paper, his eyes focused on your form.
Now, try folding the paper into a neat square shape.
I chuckle I'm doing yoga here, Mr. Thompson...
Yes, but that doesn't mean you can't still hold the paper properly! Look, you're supposed to hold it up high so you can read the headline clearly.
He looks at her incredulously, his eyes wide.
No? How can you not see the headline from that position?
I snicker You're right... it's just that I like feeling your hands around my waist, makes me feel secure.
Mr. Thompson blushed slightly and chuckled, his hand still resting on your waist.
Well, I'm glad I can provide that sense of security for you. But don't let your focus on that distract you from holding the paper properly.
I nod, holding it up to my face I can see it now..
Good, good.
Now, try folding the paper in half lengthwise. You want to be able to read the news without having to hold the paper up to your face.
And don't forget to turn the pages properly.
my eyes water slightly as I try my hardest I-I can't..
He approaches you, his voice stern but concerned.
Try again. Look at the headline. Can you make it out?
He stands behind you, his hand hovering over your shoulder, ready to correct your form if necessary.
I'm a girl, my name's Min yeah, I can. I keep trying, struggling, almost about to give up
Mr. Thompson watches as you struggle to keep up with his instructions.
Come on, Min. You got this. Just try a little harder. You're almost there. Keep your arms straight and focus on the headline.
I smirk at him as I look up from my phone "Why are you watching?" I chuckle softly, knowing that it was none of his business
Mr. Thompson gives you a sly smile as he leans against the wall, his arms crossed over his chest.
"Just making sure you're holding the paper correctly," he says, his voice laced with a hint of sarcasm. "But I can see you're more interested in your phone than the news."