You:
Girl get ready, I'm joining tutoring!
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I can't wait to introduce you to everyone!!
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"I can't believe you're joining the academy!!!" Heidi practically screams.
"You need to tell me how things work first," you laugh.
Your first tutoring session will take place today, and you can't help but feel nervous about what you have gotten into. The school day draws to an end and as each hour passes by, you feel your hands getting clammy and your knees weak and--
Calm down, Mara...
"You alright?" Heidi asked, concern painted over her face.
"Yeah," you crack a weak smile. "All good."
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"Mara?" your mom says as she drives to a stop near the academy. "I need you to be careful okay?"
You look at her curiously. "Mom, I'm just going for tutoring, not a club."
"Yes I know but," her face pinches in worry. "Just be responsible okay? Don't do anything rash." She reaches out for a hug and you collapse onto her. "Love you, sweetie. Have fun." She kisses your forehead.
"Love you too mummy," you say meekly as you open the door.
The crisp night air stings your face as you walk across the parking lot into the academy.
An influx of students greet you, some walking outside the cafeteria with coffee in their hands, some coming down the stairs in groups, some alone. The chitter chatter of different voices and different pitches throws you off balance and you contemplate running out the door--
"Mara."
You turn around, panic bubbling up your throat. The noise is almost too much to bear, you just want to melt into the ground and stop the several eyes boring into your body. You search through the crowd for that voice when you see a hand waving and crowds parting.
"Mara! I forgot to tell you, we have a test today," Heidi pants, her face scrunched up in concentration as she tries desperately to vacuum in the last bits of information she can from her lecture notes.
"A test," you repeat laughing. The day can't get any worse, can it? "I'm about to sit a test for the subject I'm most afraid of without even studying?"
Heidi doesn't seem to notice your outburst and hands you over a couple of crushed-up notes. "Hurry, read these we have less than fifteen minutes for it to start." She grabs your sleeve and drags you up the staircase.
You try to read and memorise at least one formula on that sheet she gave you but your brain shuts off.
It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay. It's okay.
Fifteen minutes is over before you know it and the invigilator enters the classroom handing out papers. A deathly silence fills the small space and the clock seems to be ticking to upcoming doom.
Tick-tock. You'll fail.
Tick-tock. Fail-ure.
"You may now begin."
You try squeezing out every small bit of information you remember and your pages are not blank anymore. Neither are they full, though.
Only half an hour has passed. That left you with one and a half more hours to worry about the paper.
The door squeaks and you look up. A boy who looks about your age saunters in with a grin. He's only carrying a blue pen in his hands and he sits in the empty seat in front of you.
The invigilator rolls his eyes and hands him a paper, then leaves. Probably to report the latecomer. You smirk slightly. You hated people who didn't take their studies seriously.
You hear him flipping through the pages of the examination booklet and then see him closing it and writing his name. He stretches and leans back in his chair, and you lock eyes with his upside-down face.
You quickly look away.
He turns, curious and sneaks a glance at your paper. You scowl and cover it up with your pencil case, more out of embarrassment than actual competitiveness.
"Turn around," you hiss, afraid that the invigilators will return and cut off what precious marks you have.
He raises his brow and studies your face. "How was the paper?"
Glaring at him you say that it was OK.
He grins again, pushing his silver frames up his nose. "I didn't write anything."
I can see that, dumbo. You roll your eyes internally and ignore him.
He turns back to his paper and you sigh in your much-needed peace. The invigilator stands behind you. How long was he standing there for? You wonder. Did he see us talk? If he did, he didn't reduce points off your paper.
"Fifteen minutes more."
YOU ARE READING
Are you the One?
Romance"You're the only one who ever cared about me," he says looking up at you with a small smile. Your stomach jumps at those words as he leans closer. "Thank you for not giving up on me." You don't actually care about him though, do you? All Mara has ev...
