Erin [editing]

FORTY-SEVEN| ya girl

TS stands for Tomlinsons_Styles
not Taylor Swift
LOL
-TS

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Being homeschooled isn't all that bad. Harry hired some woman to teach me from nine to one. It's better than actually going to school and having to deal with the stupid kids in the class. I actually understand math now all because of Lily, that's her name. We took it slow because I was shit at it. With Lily, I'm only learning educational classes with her. She does not teach me cooking and that type of shit. I'm taking calculus with Lily, APUSH, and AP Physics. I'm taking my AP literature, creative writing, and my AP chemistry online. I don't know what I want to be when I grow up, so I'm taking some of everything.

It's June seventh and school is out. Our seniors graduated yesterday, congrats to those fuckers. That means that Grayson graduated yesterday, and I didn't show. I never want to see him again. I won't even care if he didn't get into a fucking university. The summer is approaching, which means I get to simply be done with school, about fucking time.

The doorbell rung and I went to get it. I'm the only one up because I'm apparently an early riser now. I turned off the alarm system first. It's literally eight in the morning. All my daddies are asleep. I'm only up because I was hungry, believe it or not. I opened the door and Lily walked in.

"Hey Erin," she smiled at me.

"Hey," I said and shut the door behind her.

We went to the kitchen and I continued eating my strawberries. I offered her one and she gladly took it. Lily is probably the best person in the world. She's not annoying. She's literally so tolerable, I sometimes stop cussing around her. To be honest, I feel dirty when I do cuss around her.

"Your exam scores are back," said Lily as she chewed the strawberry. "Would you like me to read them aloud?"

"Sure," I shrugged.

I bit my lip, I probably failed all of them.

"For math you made a ninety-three, literature you made a ninety-eight, chemistry you made a ninety-four, in US history you got a ninety-six, creative writing you made a one-hundred, and in physics you made a ninety-two," she read aloud.

"What?!" I yelled.

"You made all A's! Congratulations!" Lily cheered.

I stood and took the paper from her to make sure she wasn't lying to me. Dear Yeezy, she wasn't. I'm smart?! I looked at my GPA and it was a weighted 4.6! I was number 3 in my class rank out of three hundred fifty-seven! What the hell?!

"Oh my fucking God!" I said with a hysteric laugh.

Lily smiled. "I'm very proud of you."

"Thanks for dealing with my shit and everything," I spoke. "Without you, I would've probably failed everything."

"You're very smart, Erin. I am highly confident that you would've made great grades at your school without me," she said. "It was amazing teaching you. Have a great summer."

Lily left after congratulating me again and I closed the door behind her. I made all fucking A's?! Is that even possible with the type of classes I took?! My phone rang and it was Blair. She's probably calling to brag and shit about her grades being better than mines, I doubt they are, I made some of the highest grades in my fucking life. If she did better than me then she's a fucking genius.

"Erin," I answered my phone.

"I'm coming over," she said.

"Why?"