Hey Stupid

Prologue

Author's note:

Hi! This is my first story. Hope you like it.

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Ava just got out of their school, report card in hand, and went straight to her house. When she reached her room, she immediately plopped in her bed and stared at the big red mark on her card, F. Mom's probably gonna cook me with our dinner tonight once she sees this.

Her mom owns a restaurant in the middle of the city which sells the most delicious authentic cuisine in their city. Why does it even matter if her daughter always gets an F mark on her card? She stared at the ceiling. She was used to failing her subjects ever since her dad died in an airplane crash two years ago.

She's eighteen now and she remembered vividly how her life was when her father was alive. Her father was a successful businessman and one of the shareholders of their school, Lexford High. When he was alive, he and Ava would go to camping with their mother and brother every summer. It was always his father's idea. Her mom was always busy in their family business and barely spent time with her kids. One of the memories of her father she will never forget was him sitting with her in her kindergarten class when she was a toddler. That was actually the main reason why she showed interest in studying. She showed interest to the point that she always got the top in her class. Not until her father died.

Two years and nothing changed with her life. She lived as if every day will be the same decades from now. From the star section she went down to the section F in their school. Funny, it makes me think like me and my section are destined with each other, F for failed. She lost the hope for her dreams just as she lost her father.

"Sis, its dinnertime. Mom wants to see your report card. Better get ready." Chris Summers, said as he opened the door to her room without a knock. Her brother was not an inch like her. Instead of deep blue eyes, he has big brown eyes. Instead of brown straight hair, he has blonde curly hair. Instead of an F mark on his report card, he always got an A. An A+ actually. Chris is three years younger than her. That's why he isn't connected to their father as much Ava is.

"Sis!" Chris called from the dining room.

"Coming!" she hurried to change and went to the table. The table was already set. They don't have maids that's why their mother taught them how to do the household chores.

Ava kissed her mom on the cheek and sat on the chair beside her brother. She slipped her report card beneath the chair.

"Show it to me." Her mom said as she was about to take a bite of her lasagna. She's starting to lose her appetite but she hoped her mother wouldn't scowl her tonight.

She was about to give it when her mother said, "It's an F right?" Ava nodded. Her mother sighed heavily and continued eating, which surprised Ava so much. After a few seconds of hesitation, Ava asked "Wait, Mom. You're not mad at me?"

"Olivia, my dear. I know you went to such great circumstances since your father died. But you can't continue living like that forever. Actually, I was getting used to seeing F marks on your card and I was about to scowl you again tonight but then I realized that you need love and care."

"So?" Ava can't see where this conversation is headed.

"So I decided to enroll you in a tutorial class."

"What?" Ava shouted in shock. "You know I better study on my own."

"You said that a thousand times already, dear. Why can't you just be like Chris, Olivia?" Her mother said in a rueful voice because she herself know the answer to her own question. Chris stared at her sister but doesn't know what to.

Ava stood. "I'm not attending that stupid tutorial class of yours, mother!" Ava started to walk away but she stopped when she heard the next words of her mother.

"Don't worry. You won't be alone my dear. Zeke Clark is coming with you."

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Author's note:

So who's Zeke Clark? Find out in the next chapter.

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