Love lessons from the one I hate

Teusday 2, april

Today is the day I die! Benjamin Jollyrancher, the self-proclaimed tutor extraordinaire, was about to become my personal nightmare. I hugged myself tighter than a burrito in a winter coat, desperately seeking comfort. What would his tutoring session even be like? I could already envision him chasing me through the library with a whiteboard eraser or a spatula, ready to grill me on the most obscure facts. The sadistic gleam in his eyes was unmistakable. I swear he had a secret agenda to torment me in every conceivable way. Yes, HE WANTS TO TUTOR ME. It's like he planned this whole thing. Maybe he even has a secret dungeon filled with quadratic equations and dangling participles.

It dawned on me that Benjamin was more than just a tutor; he was a mad genius, an evil scientist plotting to turn me into a science experiment rabbit. He's a psychopath, I mean, who else would bring the principal a gift on their birthday? And let's not forget the scandalous act of pouring milk before cereal. The horror!

Now that I think of it, he must have Jonathan in his basement performing all sorts of horrors on him. That would explain Jonathan's disappearance. One day he was there, and the next, poof! Gone like a math problem I couldn't solve. And guess who had been tutoring him? You guessed it, Benjamin. I mean, sure, Benjamin tutored him for six months before Jonathan's disappearance, and Jonathan had nothing but good things to say about him. And Jonathan's friend says he just moved to Canada. BUT THAT DOESN'T DISPROVE THE POSSIBILITY THAT BENJAMIN KIDNAPPED HIM.

The mystery of Jonathan's disappearance took on a new dimension as I connected the dots between Benjamin's tutoring sessions and the sudden vanishing act. It was like a twisted episode of 'Where in the World is Jonathan?' with Benjamin playing the role of the enigmatic puppet master pulling the strings from behind his facade of academic prowess. Was Jonathan really in Canada, or had he been abducted into the dark abyss of Benjamin's calculus lair, destined to spend eternity deciphering the meaning of life, the universe, and the quadratic formula?

Gasp! And now Benjamin plans to do this to me!

¨CHRISTEENA¨

My name was called from outside my room, and I flinched. It was my mother, probably trying to rush me for breakfast. I put on my uniform, complete with the dreaded red tie, and made my way downstairs. Breakfast was served, a battlefield of eggs. Today, however, I couldn't muster the energy for my usual breakfast rebellion. The impending doom of Benjamin's tutoring session had sucked the fun out of everything.

"Mom, I LOVE YOU," I declared dramatically, my voice trembling with faux fear. Her response? "If you love me so much, you'll eat everything," she quipped, pointing at the eggs. I made a face, unable to focus on breakfast when the fate of my academic future hung in the balance.