Grammarly Guy Novels & Stories

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Grace confessed. "There's nothing to be embarrassed about, so many famous people have dyslexia. It doesn't mean you are an idiot or anything like that. Grace my former PA also has dyslexia, you were close, didn't she tell you about it?" "Uhm, yeah. She told me you made a fool out of her for not being able to write a letter to a client of yours," Grace replied.

The thing that bothered her though was a brief, semi-cryptic status posted only yesterday: | Time 4 change | In her mind, Kate found herself correcting his grammar and adding an article in front of “change”. This was a habit she picked up since they started going out. She had even offered to have his grammar corrected before he posted anything. Kate did the same with most of her friends, which was how she got her other nickname the “Grammarly Nazi”.

Never mind; he’s a jerk anyway. -Norali: I used a pink highlighter to even out your horrible black personality -Mr. Grumpy: Norali. I’m serious. -Norali: Lighten up, Mr. Adkins. -Norali: Get it ; ) I snort out loud again. -Mr. Grumpy: I get the failing grade that’s coming your way. -Mr. Grumpy: Your tutoring with me just got a lot less fun. My mouth drops open, and I stare at the screen for almost a minute before I can think straight. He’s going to fail me?

Cradford spat, who look so elegant in her red evening gown. I felt tense so I looked away and stepped back but Gavin held me in place. "Mom, Dad . . .this is Elise, my girlfriend," Gavin introduced me and I gulped hard just by looking at his parents' intimidating gaze. "Love, this is Giovan Cradford, my dad." He pointed to his older version that remained silent the moment we interrupted them. "And Lucia Cradford, my mom," he added and pointed to his mother this time that looks like just his older sister.

Except somehow, I couldn’t find it in me to do that to him. “He is a pain in the ass.” “More than I expected.” He cracked open one eye. “Even more trouble than you were.” I chuckled. “He is full of himself.” I pushed a file toward him. “Still, when he grasps the idea and buckles down, he is good.” Graham opened the file and studied it. “This is good. How much did you have to do with it?” “I suggested some, ah, trims. He came up with the slogan and the main concept. He goes over the top, but once he hits the sweet spot, honestly, Graham, he is good.”

“Yup. Spill.” I peeked at her through my fingers. “Fine. I’m… okay. Better than okay, actually. Graham has been—” I hesitated, smiling despite myself. “He’s been amazing. Overbearing, sometimes but amazing.” “Overbearing how?” “Like yelling at the maids about how much honey should go in my tea or acting like I’ll break if I walk too fast.” Lily burst out laughing. “Oh Goddess, I would pay money to see that. Graham, the big scary Alpha, scolding servants about tea.”

Grabbing his paper with the other, I scanned the page for a moment before speaking again. “Gavin received an A+ because his information was all factual and cited correctly. He had one typo in the entire paper, which I must have missed—but other than that, his grammar and spelling was excellent, and—” “What about me?” a girl’s voice called out before I could finish. Turning, I could see Cassandra, the girl with curly hair and glasses, rising from her seat with her paper held up. “My citations were perfect, and I only had one misplaced comma. Is that really enough to warrant a B?”

Ritchelle teased just as I settled into my seat. “Me is the stressed by the students, but I scolded them, which make me the stresser,” I replied, playing along with the joke. Alyssa, delicately slicing the egg white from her sunny-side-up to give to Veruca later, rolled her eyes. As an English teacher, our exaggerated broken grammar visibly annoyed her. “Wow. I’m amazed you two can even understand each other,” she muttered. “Join we. We is the teaches you how to says we is the language,” Ritchelle offered with a grin.

I mean, it was an analytics report - not something that could have bankrupted the company - but it was a relief to know that it was a simple grammatical error that he was upset about, and not something more serious. Grammar has never been my strong suit. I'm an accountant, not a writer. Give me a spreadsheet and I can make it dance, but I have no idea how you...I dunno, conjugate the subject of a clause. Whatever. "I'm so sorry sir," I said, trying to hide my relief. "I'll fix that immediately, and make sure it doesn't happen again. Was there anything else you wanted to discuss?" "Well, I'm sure you'll agree...this kind of thing can't go unpunished."