The Case of the Disappearing Stute
The following anecdote must be read with your face under a flashlight and a spooky voice:
It was a dark and stormy Thursday night.
The lights were dimmed outside of the Stute Office, and there was no soul in sight. Jiya was crouched in a corner, staring at the illuminated screen in front of her. She had sat in the same position for several hours, her back hunched over, eyes becoming dreary, hoping to submit her work in time.
- Her fingers brushed over the keys quickly in a repetitive manner.
- Before she knew it, the clock had rung 6 p.m.
Jiya had never known what happens if she did not make the 6 p.m. deadline.
Author's summary: Jiya faces a deadline at the Stute Office.