A night to remember. (creek)

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"Craig Tucker.  15 years old in south park high-school a freshman soon to be sophomore. Gets B's and C's, usually turns in work early or when it's due. never late to turn in anything but with the con that he usually only puts in enough effort to get him a c+ to b- if it's a big project he puts in a bit more effort but still only gets a b- or b+. Rarely ever gets above that"

"So?. At least im passing." Craig scowls at her before his mother shushes him "So, what is the issue?" his mother asks, repeating her son but re-wording it a little. "im just trying to say, Craig has the potential to make it big, he's just choosing to not apply himself. He is also terrible at working with his classmates-" "How do i work with people who choose to baby me cause they think im not smart enough to do shit by myself just because im autistic!" Craig yells out in a fit of anger.

Craig's mother glares at him to shut up before speaking. "Miss Kis-ass, ive heard this all before. Why are you repeating this to me?" Miss Kis-ass makes an 'ahem' and then gives Laura a paper and she reads it "a buddy program?-" "it is a new thing the district is trying, where we give kids a partner to help with school stuff. Its exclusively for kids like your son, to help them improve on their socializing and help them feel less alone. We give the kids a sheet of paper with questions and depending on the results the kid is matched with someone we believe can help them improve with school work, motivation, and everything else. its all on the paper."

Laura reads the paper and then hands it to Craig "do you think you'd like this hun?" Craig takes the paper and skims through it. His eyes landed on the Friday end of the day check in. each duo is given 30-40 minutes to bond with their partner and 20 minutes of talking to the guidance counselor to check in on progress and see if you still need the program or not, but Craig sees/reads this as "get out of class an hour early and do whatever for around half an hour on Friday". "yeah sure." Laura takes the paper back and signs everything out before handing it back to the principal

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Tweek bites his nails in his seat, sitting on his in an abnormal way. (curled up holding his legs to his chest) it was a habit hes had ever since childhood. He didn't know why or how it started. He just promptly remembers one day putting his legs up on his seat in first or kindergarten when he was stressing about something and feeling safer like that. 

"Tweek Tweak. Just turned 14 last month Freshman in South Park High school soon to be sophomore. Gets B-'s and A-'s, due to the fact he never turns things in on time but he usually puts his best effort into his work but because of how late it usually is he gets points deducted. Big projects are 'panic put together' as his teachers describe them but still half good. Mr and Mrs Tweak, your son has great potential. He just needs to regulate his focus. I know his condition causes him to struggle with that but may i consider medication?"

"And do you have the money for that?" Mr Tweak says in a calm but threatening voice "If my son isn't failing then why am i here?" Miss kis-ass takes out a sheet of paper and pushes it towards Mrs Tweak "Buddy program?" "Yes, you see. Tweek has a hard time making friends and with how often he's absent most kids don't know too much about him and write him off as weir-" "then why don't you do something about it?" Tweeks father interrupts "Well, You see- if i do it might embarrass your son and cause him to become even more isolated because i cant just force kids to like him- so i think this would be in his best interest. It's made especially for kids with a condition similar to him" "Does it need to be paid for?" "No. Because this is a test run it is free and everything is paid with government funds." Mr Tweek nods and Mrs' Tweak reads it then hands it over to her son ".. Can i choose- Gh!- which classes i want to be moved out of?"

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Monday i was called out of class and brought into the old club room. The club disbanded and this room was just catching dust. It wasnt too big but wasnt that small ethier. I guessed the storage closet would be used for the check ins- I was told to sit on the carpet and my phone got put into those stupid phone jail things. the room was honestly pretty empty the only big splash of color being the carpet there were like- 6? 7 maybe? kids on the carpet with me and i just laid down on the floor, about to fall asleep until I heard my name be called.