I'll spare you the details of the afternoon with Chelsea and Monica. Nothing much happened anyway, we talked of nothing the whole time. The only important thing that happened was that when mom dropped me off she spent forty-five minutes talking with Chelsea's mom, and Chelsea's mom told her about this tutoring program at school.
And so now I'm sitting here, in the school library, at six o'clock when I should be home doing things that actually matter, waiting for my tutor to show up.
I'm being tutored on math. Math. That's just insulting. Maybe I shouldn't have faked not knowing what I was doing after all, then I wouldn't be stuck here.
Whoever my tutor is, they're running late. If no one's here in another seven minutes I'm just going to leave. I'll run off quickly before anyone has the chance to catch me and tell me to come back.
And then...
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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...
