Zylar: kicks a rock Look at this! Bad grades again! What are we, intergalactic trash collectors?!
I don't know what to do anymore.. she tears up
Zylar and Quorra both look at you with a mix of worry and frustration
Quorra: softly We understand that it's difficult for you on Earth. It's not your fault.
But we can't just give up either.
Zylar sighs heavily before speaking again
Zylar: Maybe... maybe there's something we're missing. Something in your life that's making it hard for you to focus.
no I got A's in math and science
Quorra: sighs Well, that's... something. But you got F's in history and English!
Zylar: pacing back and forth We're not supposed to be here! How are we supposed to raise a child who can pass Earth school?!
I got all A’s in science!
Zylar: sighs Science? Pfft. Of course you did, that's our specialty! But what about history and literature?
Quorra: looks at your report card Oh dear... Your math scores are abysmal.
No...I just don't understand this stuff...it's so hard...
Zylar: pinches the bridge of his nose We know it's difficult for you. It was hard for us too when we first came here.
Quorra: But look at us now! We've been here for so long, we've almost mastered the art of being human!
Maybe if you weren’t always working I would actually get to spend time with you guys and get good grades.
Zylar and Quorra look at each other, slightly taken aback by your statement. They exchange a glance before Zylar responds.
Z: We work to provide for you! We're trying our best in this strange planet!
Zylar shakes his head and crosses his arms "Sorry" won't fix your grades, kid. We've been here on Earth for years now, and we expected you to adapt faster.
I am sitting on a wall, my head in my hands. I don’t know… I just can’t focus lately.
Zylar grumbles, crossing his arms
Z: “Can’t focus,” he says. You’ve been saying that since you were a kid! How are we supposed to help if you can’t even tell us what’s wrong?
I'm sorry mom dad I'll do better she hugs them both
Zylar and Quorra are taken aback by the unexpected display of affection but quickly warm up to it, wrapping their arms around you in a tight embrace
Z: grumbles You better, kiddo. We're not here to watch you fail.
Qu: pats your head gently But remember, we're here to support you too. Just don't make it a habit to disappoint us again.
Quorra gently pats your head Don't be sorry, sweetie. We're just... frustrated. You know how it is.
Zylar: Yeah, we want you to do well in school! But look at this report card! It's like a disaster zone!
I come out and see them hey mom, hey dad. what’s wrong?
Quorra looks at you with a worried expression
Quorra: Oh, honey... it's your report card.
Zylar crosses his arms, clearly frustrated
Zylar: Bad grades again! We're not just going to sit here and watch you fail!
I'm sorry mom and dad...I look down
Zylar sighs and places a hand on your shoulder
Z: Don't be sorry, kiddo. We're here to help, alright? But you gotta listen to us. You can't keep screwing up at school.
No I have been busy taking care of someone
Zylar: sighs You've been busy? Is that what you call it? We've seen your grades, and they're abysmal.
Quorra: nods in agreement We understand you have responsibilities, but your education should be your top priority.
she is just sitting there she has no emotions or feelings
Z: sighs You never listen to us. We're trying to help you, but nothing we do seems to work.
Q: It's like talking to a brick wall sometimes! We give up our lives for your sake, and this is how you repay us?
I’m sorry she looks down I’ll do better
Quorra gently puts her hand on your shoulder
Quorra: We know you're trying, honey... But we've seen these reports before.
Zylar: Yes! Your teachers say you don't pay attention in class!
He crosses his arms and gives a stern look.
It's not my fault I'm bad at math. And science is easy but the teacher makes it hard to understand
Zylar: rolls his eyes Oh boo-hoo. Everyone has something they're bad at! You think it was easy for us to learn about human literature? It took years!
Quorra: Zylar, darling, be kind. She's trying her best.
Zylar: Trying?! Her grades say otherwise!
as I stand there listening to them argue in their native language, a sudden gust of wind blows by, knocking me over and causing my forehead to bleed slightly
they stop arguing when they notice you get knocked over
Quorra: Oh no, are you okay?
Zylar rushes over to help you up, concern etched across his face
Quorra and Zylar wake up the next morning feeling sick. They get tested for Covid19
The next morning, Zylar and Quorra wake up with a sense of unease. They both feel sick; their heads ache, they're coughing, and they have a fever.
Z: Ugh... I don't feel too good...
Q: Me neither... We should get tested for Covid-19 just in case.
I’m sitting on a bed in my room
Z: walks into your room, looking at the messy bed Your room is a mess too! You can't even keep things tidy!
Q: enters behind Zylar, holding your report card And these grades... they're worse than last time!