preconcert
\ pree-kuhn-SURT \ , verb;
1. To arrange in advance or beforehand, as by a previous agreement.
1. Preceding a concert: a preconcert reception for sponsors .
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Jeff
strode through the courtyard filled with an odd kind of confidence that only
comes with knowing success is assured.
His professor for the lab class he was taking had posted lab partners
for the semester. He had gotten the one
person who guaranteed he would get high marks on every assignment, with minimal
work. Her name was Violet, and she was
the person who always got the highest scores on everything. It was how she got those marks that had
assured Jeff of his own success in that class.
“Jeff,
over here.” Violet said from across the
courtyard, waving in his direction to get his attention. She didn’t need to; she stood out in a crowd
just fine. She was a very good looking
girl, and caught the attention of just about every guy on campus, even if she
didn’t necessarily dress for that purpose.
Her most noticeable feature by far though was her eyes. They were bright purple, and almost seemed to
glow if looked at from the correct angle.
In fact, it was those eyes that had made Jeff first talk to her in their
freshman year. She was friendly and easy
to get along with, so they had been friends ever since.
Jeff
walked over to her, Violet walking to meet him halfway. Her steps were confident, and she seemed to
know exactly where to put her feet to avoid obstacles others might
encounter. Violet moved next to him,
matching his pace as they started walking together. For a little bit, they chatted idly about
various things. Soon though, the topic
turned to their latest assignment.
“So,
how much will I have to do?” Jeff
asked.
“You’ll
have to do all of your part. Don’t
worry, it won’t take too long.” She
said.
“I
see. And how long ago did you get your
half done?”
“I
finished last week.” She said, like it
was no big deal.
In all the time they had known each
other, Jeff had noticed she got all her assignments done well in advance,
before even knowing the content. It was what
led him to finding out her biggest secret.
Violet was an Oracle, gifted with the ability to see through time. She knew exactly what was going to happen
long before it actually did. So far,
Jeff had only seen her use this gift for two things. One was acing all her classes by looking to
see what was going to be covered and doing the assignments far before she
needed to. She even went as far as to ‘see’
the lectures days or even weeks in advance.
It was how she had the best grades in all her courses. The second thing she used her foresight for
was navigating her daily life.
According to Violet, there were two
kinds of sight; one was to see through space, and the other through time. She claimed that having one prevented a
person from having the other. Violet had
the ability to see through time, but as a consequence, she was unable to see
through space. In other words, she was
blind. Thanks to her ability though, she
didn’t have any of the problems that other vision impaired people had. It was how her steps were so well placed even
though she couldn’t actually see her feet.
It also made it so people had no idea she was disabled at all, which she
seemed to prefer.
“So, I
guess you’ll be pointing out what I should be doing?” Jeff said, hoping to capitalize on her unique
talents
“Well,
I’ll put you on the right track anyway.
I mean, you don’t want this to be too easy, right?” She said.
“But I
like easy.” Jeff said, only half
joking. She chuckled for a few moments.
“Oh,
don’t worry, I’ll make sure you do everything right. Oh, and you might want to take a step to the
right in a second.”
Jeff
was confused at that, but he knew better than to question her. He did as she asked, and a second later a Frisbee
went rushing past the area where his head had just occupied. He looked at the thrower who shouted a hasty
and most likely halfhearted apology.
Violet for her part was humming confidently. Even though he knew about what she could do,
there were still things she did that surprised him.
“Think
I’m ever going to get used to that?” Jeff asked, more to himself than anything
else. “Don’t answer that.” He quickly stated. Violet had opened her mouth to answer his
question, but she closed it and gave him an overly dramatic hurt look.
“Ok fine,
I won’t tell you.” She said, still
acting hurt. “Anyway, I’ll see you later
to get started on that lab. I think I’m
going to get some work done now.”
“Alright,
see you later.” He said. Violet started to move away from him in the
direction of her dorm room. Jeff was
going to let her go, but his curiosity got the better of him. “So when is this assignment do? And when will it be assigned?”
“Oh it’s my senior thesis. It’s going to be pretty long, so I might as
well get it done and out of the way now.”
She said. She turned and walked
away, humming to herself as she did.
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Not sure how well this one sticks to the word I'm using, but meh, it's good enough for me. Also, at times like this, I do so love being a fiction writer. It's what lets me do things like this.
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