Steadily.

Twenty year old

-Gate.

In that little keyhole of yours the little mischiefs have added up,

Buttons, coins, random objects it was

An adventure, a triumph and a joy

To stuff things in and watch it disappear.

Nay, I wasn't one of the culprits

But there's only two of us so- *cough*

Rest assured, the blame rests only with my brother-

The one with the shaved head

Me? 

I ain't did nothing.

But the gate resents us and now it gets stuck in its own accord,

Always on days where I'm drained and starving and overly warm

Lucky me, tho

I don't ever give up-

Well, not when you're desperate for a seat and a shower,

And there's things you gotta do anyway, and

Lo and behold,

It frees itself and the antique key is finally able to twist past that knot in there.

Twenty year old-

Gate, you're probably the only one who can make me switch between tactics;

To plead and to cuss 

(Oh ha I meant curse)

trying to get 

into my own home.

.

Results slips were given out today, 

And I have to say that there is something uplifting about how

there's a B in Lit and a C in GP from your own effort,

And how it shows your improvement over the year.

Your rank points are six over the promotion criteria

Which should have made you safe

But the flunking of the other three subjects makes it a conditional promo,

Meaning that there's hours you gotta clock in the school library.

Not that it matters, because it was your plan to study anyway.

You know that this is reaaally bad news, but you know what it is that made your studying so ineffective, too. And so there is still hope, there is fear but hope, alongside a general sense of panic. 

Still it feels good to know that not everything about studies is impossible or futile,

And I will begin revision today.

Slowly but---