He finally showed up. I was just about to split when I looked up and there he was, in full nerd glory.
He was frozen, looking at me with an odd expression.
"You my tutor?" I asked.
"So it would seem."
"Great, so let's get this over with. I'm Maribelle."
He sat down, setting a load of paper and books on the table. "I'm Ethan."
He thinks I'm trying to work out the answer to a problem right now, while he flips through this giant textbook, looking for some diagram he wants to show me.
Actually I'm just doodling. What a waste of time.
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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...
