"There's something I want to tell you about." Mom said. We were in the mall, and she was trying to decide which tie on an endless rack looked best with my eyecolor.
"Okay." I said, bracing myself. "What is it?"
"This opportunity. Through school. Your school newsletter came out recently, you know, and I was reading it. What do you think of this one?" She held up a silvery green one for me to see.
"Um, I don't know. Seems fine. What was in the newsletter?"
"Did you know that your school has a tutoring program?"
"I don't need tutoring, Mom." I said, not as much offended as somewhat impatient.
"I know that. But get this." She draped several ties over her arm to compare. "It's student based. All the tutors are students. Older students and students in advanced courses help out the younger ones. It's like a fun club."
That sounded nothing like a fun club to me. "Mom--"
"Just hear me out, okay? You do really well in school, and it'd be a great way for you to put those skills to use, helping other people. And it'd be something interesting for you to be involved in, with other people. You might even make some friends."
I rolled my eyes, which I never do with my mom, because she generally doesn't deserve it. "Yes, Mom, I expect I'll definitely make friends with the thick-headed senior jocks who are still failing Algebra 1."
She pursed her lips into a frown, hurt.
I sighed. "I'll consider it."
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Dreams
General FictionEthan dreams of Maribelle, the beautiful and popular dancer, every night, but in his dreams she's not the same person as she seems to be in reality. Meanwhile, Maribelle struggles with facing an image of herself she has painted, one that she feel...
