The Unexpected Tutor

• Chapter 1 •

*Picture of Sky, Brett, and Cliff Above*
The numbers and equations seemed to float off of the page as I stared at it. I was suffocating in all the numbers and letters. Why are there letters in math anyway? I thought with frustration as I threw the book at the wall. Math is my weakest subject, and I wish that it would just disappear. I stared at the sky blue walls in my room as I listened to the music pounding through my headphones. My mouth opened as I sang to the song. As I sang I looked at the pictures of my younger self and my greatest accomplishments covered the walls. I unplugged my headphones and turned off my phone. Walking over to my piano keyboard, I took a deep breath and started to play. Music is the only way to completely calm me down from my problems. My fingers slid across to keyboard playing the song from memory. I start to hum along to the song as my mom burst through the door startling me. Quickly turning my keyboard off, I run to the corner of my room. I pick up the scattered papers and my math book. Jumping unto my bed I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding when she walked into my room.
"Sky, are you doing your math?" my mom asked as she tapped her foot impatiently.
"I was doing it, but I got so frustrated with all the numbers and crap," I responded looking at my hands in my lap.
"Honey, I think having a tutor would benefit you," she said with hope that I would finally say yes. Yes, it's true my grades aren't the greatest, but it's so hard to keep up. I am busy with cross-country and my art. I paint in case you're wondering. It's just for fun because our school doesn't have a very good art program.
"Mom, how many times do I have to tell you? I am doing perfectly fine. I'm not failing any of my classes," I respond in defense. I'm not failing yet, I think. "Plus, I'm not going to have enough time. Not only am I in the special music class outside of school, but also piano, singing, and guitar lessons. I mean how am I supposed to keep up with all of this plus tutoring," I add hoping my mom will drop it, but she doesn't give up that easily.
"About that honey," she starts. Oh, no, this is bad, very bad, I thought knowing what was about to happen. "I know you want to go to Manhattan Music School, but you need to raise your grades for a better chance at a scholarship," my mom replies with "the mom look" thrown my way. I consider this for a second. I mean, come on, if I don't get in, my life is over.
"Ummmm..." I start still considering. "Fine," I mumble defeated. "Only twice a week, and the days have to be Wednesday and Friday after school."
"Yay! I mean, ummm, ok I will call the school and figure it out," she says excitedly as she leaves the room. I walk over to my dresser and stare at my reflection. My dark brown hair is laying across my shoulders and my piercing sky blue eyes stick out clearly. My parents named me Sky because when they saw my eyes they thought it would be a perfect fit. Not cheesy at all, right? After I rubbed my face because my head hurt from all the hard work, I picked out my clothes for school the next day. I walked over to my bed again and flopped down exhausted.
"Ugh," I grumble as I roll over on my bed. "This is going to either completely help, or be a complete disaster.
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Sorry if this story stinks so far, but I am definitely new to this so some helpful comments would be helpful. Thanks! 😉