Tuesday, August 29th
Walking into the library for our second session with Sophie, I felt a growing sense of anticipation. She was already there, her notebook open and ready. We fell into a routine, and I found myself looking forward to our sessions. She was different from the other students I tutored—there was something about her that intrigued me.
Between classes, I found myself thinking about Sophie more than I expected. My friends, Mike and Jason, noticed my distraction during lunch.
"Earth to Ethan," Mike said, waving a hand in front of my face. "Where are you, man?"
I snapped out of my thoughts and grinned. "Just thinking about this new student I'm tutoring. She's really interesting."
Jason raised an eyebrow. "Interesting how?"
I shrugged, trying to downplay my curiosity. "She's got a unique way of looking at things. It's refreshing."
My day continued with a mix of classes. Mr. Thompson's AP History class was a blur of dates and events, while Mrs. Keller's Calculus class required my full attention. But in the back of my mind, I kept replaying my conversation with Sophie.
When I met her again in the library, she seemed more relaxed. We delved into her next essay, discussing themes and structuring her thoughts. She shared her love for poetry, and I was captivated by the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her favourite poets.
"Can I see some of your poems?" I asked, genuinely curious.Sophie's cheeks flushed, but she nodded. "Okay but be gentle. They're not very good."Taking the notebook, she handed me, I read through her poems. They were raw and unpolished, but there was a depth of emotion and insight that took me by surprise. I looked up at her, genuinely impressed."These are incredible, Sophie," I said sincerely. "You have a real talent."Her eyes widened in disbelief. "Really? You think so?""I do," I said, smiling. "You should keep writing. I think you have something special."
