The Girl With The Green Thumb

School's Not As Special

School's not as special as you would think it would be for me. I'm higher in my grades than the average. Being middle school aged girl in a high end high school is not really as exciting as you would think. Surprisingly, no bullies come to bother me but I'm in all the AP classes so I think that's why they don't know me. My teachers... well, I guess you wouldn't exactly call them normal. They treat me like I'm falling behind and give me extra help. I'm not trying to brag but come on, I'm probably top of my class. They gave me a tutor but whenever we have our sessions, he keeps telling everyone I don't need it. Now I'm getting insecure. If they keep giving me a tutor, then am I actually not doing well in my classes.

I sat with Marcus, my tutor, and he looked at my previous test that was graded and given back. 

"Marcus, sorry to disturb but um... is there anything wrong?" I quietly spoke to him in fear that he would snap by the look on his face. He shook his head is despair, confusing, but most of all: disappointment .

"I just don't get it! Why does a girl like you get just a bad grade because the teachers are jealous?" He stood up and stepped away from the bench we sat on at the park, and walked around, mumbling to himself. 

"We need to go to someone for this. You just can let them do this! We need to go to the principal and maybe he could report this. I don't know! We just can;t let them do this to you," Marcus was 15, around my age of 13, and we were both top of our class students but somehow the teachers found him to be more full of knowledge and found him to be the perfect partner. He wants to become an activist and help others and stand up for what's right. His soft, smooth light brown hair was being pulled by his tan tender hands. You could say I have a tiny crush on him but that would under exaggerate. I basically love him. But in 3 years time, we won't be able to be together until the  following 2 years. I know everything about him, not as a stalking way but just because we are really close. 

I watch him travel around but finally started packing up, putting all the supplies into his backpack. He grabbed my arm and I felt tingles rush through and the blood of my body rushed to my face, giving it a slight tint. He rushed us back to the school, away from the park and away from the forest of my home. 

"What is this about!?!?" Marcus pushed through the office, practically carrying everything, including me, with him. Marcus, filled with anger, threw the test towards the principal and gave him the answer key.

"They're the same?" The principal responded. Marcus motioned for him to look at the grade. We stood there, looking at each other but with different expressions showcasing on our faces. The principal represented confusion but he also held the look at knowledge hiding beneath his skin. Marcus had his face held in fury and anger, mine was just awkward. I didn't know what to do but I knew what was happening.

"Ah, yes. The teachers, without my permission, wanted to drag you back a couple of grades because they think when you graduate it might be to hard for you. Your living structure is a part of this somehow." I raged myself at the sound of this situation.

"So, who cares if my life is run by the government, who cares whether I live in the woods or not. My living space shouldn't have anything to do with my education!" I stood in shock after the last sentence was thrown out of my mouth. The three of us stood in shock about my latest words but I believe Marcus had the bigger reaction than the both of us combined.