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Her small thing fingers tapped on her desk. Her long light grey nails making a pleasant noise every time they hit the fake wood of her desk.

The bell rang, everyone put slammed their books and yelped with happiness. "Rosie I'd like you to stay after class for a few minutes." her old-man of an English teacher asked of her and she nodded.

When everyone exited she looked toward the door and saw no one that knew her. Maybe because no one really knew her... "Yes Mr. Brown?" "Rosie you're a very smart young girl, I have a student almost failing my class I'd like you to help him."

She didn't really want to..

"Why not take him out of AP?" "He's smart Ms. Sullivan we can't just pull him out he isn't failing yet." I have better things to do. Not really I don't but whatever. She thought before nodding her head.

"When?"

"Today, only once or twice a week. I'll give you extra credit not that you even need it."

He smiled and she nodded again. "Who?" she hoped she didn't have to ask many more questions after this. She'd begin to sound too curious.

"Luke Hemmings."

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