Worthington

Edward sighed. He wasn't a big fan of doctors partly because of the asinine waiting times that translate to a quick look-see and dismissal with yet another bag of medicines and umpteenth reminder of instructions on how to use them. It was a bore, really. He blamed it upon himself for his weak constitution which resulted in his coming down with a cold almost every other week, or at least because of the effects of his multitude of allergies that, again, does not detract from the reason why he was visiting the doctor's in the first place.

He pulled up his laptop and continued to work on his report. It was one of those dreary take-home things that the history teacher would assign just to get him off his back, something about the transitional period between Napoleon and the new republic. All French history, a total bore, considering that he was living in a place that is at least three thousand miles away from Paris, Edward could never understood the undying fascination of his history francophile.

Network access was, of course, non-existent. No clinic ever had free access to their wireless internet connection. But Edward had a copy of Wikipedia running on his laptop. It was far from ideal, being nearly two years out of date of the most recent edits that are live on the web, but for now, they would have to do. There was just so little that could be done without the aid of that fancy online encyclopaedia. His parents had talked about the Encyclopaedia Britannica back in the day, and from their wordy descriptions, he was pretty sure that Wikipedia was the far superior publication, if it could be called that in the first place. Besides, Napoleon was nearly two hundred years ago, and there was probably little changes in the past two years that would significantly alter the interpretation of the events that had occurred during that era.

Edward was glad that it was at least not to be written in French. He was sure that he would personally maim and dismember the history teacher if that were the case, considering that no one except that zealous teacher could even speak French in the first place.

``Edward? Edward Worthington?''

Edward cringed. He hated it when people tried to call him by his full name---it had a jarring pretentiousness that irked him even more than his history teacher. Replying in affirmation, he shut the lid of his laptop and stood up, making his way to the doctor's office.

(Based on an exercise generated by WriteThis - 2014-03-25 19:07:20)