School on Monday dragged by so slowly. The same old boring Science class with the old man that goes on and on about irrelevant things that I will never need to know in my lifetime, the same English class with kids from my year group that never stop talking even when the teacher yells at them.
It was near the end of English when I received a note from the school office. The whole class made 'Oooh' noises because any notes that get delivered to a student are most likely for detentions. I felt my whole body tense up as I looked down at the note.
'Come to the headteachers office as soon as possible.'
My first thought was 'why'? I'm not a naughty student, I'm actually one of the quietest. So why would the headteacher need to see me? 'As soon as possible' Does that mean I need to go now?
I let out a quiet sigh, standing up from my seat. The rest of the class were all talking so they wouldn't notice me leaving. I grabbed my bag off the floor before slinging it over my shoulder. Making my way over to the front of class, I let out a cough as I try to catch the teachers' attention. Her wrinkly eyes are closed, her arm bent to hold her head upwards. Rolling my eyes, I exit the noisy classroom. She won't even notice that I have gone.
I walked silently down many, many corridors before realizing that I have never actually been to see the head teacher and that I have no idea where his office is. This is how I ended up at the front desk to ask where the headteacher's office was. The secretary must have thought that I was new because she gave me a puzzled look when I asked.
Following the secretary's instructions, I walk through a set of double doors, take a left and walk to the end of the long corridor before finding myself outside his office. Inhaling a deep breath, I raise one hand to knock on the dark, wooden door.
"Come in," A stern sounding voice calls from the other side. I open the door slowly before releasing a sigh as I see Damon sat in a chair opposite the headteacher, he looks up at me before rolling his eyes.
"Was there really a need to get her involved?" Damon asks, raising one hand to point a finger in my direction. I slide into the seat besides him, seeing that the teacher was giving me a warm smile, something which I have never seen before.
"Thank you for coming Hazel." He greets me. I sit there confused for a moment, nodding my head in reply. Am I going to get in trouble or is this about something different?
"So, what am I doing here?" I decide to ask since nobody was saying anything. I hear Damon let out a loud sigh before running a hand through his dark hair.
"Why don't you tell her," The teacher speaks, his eyes focused on Damon. I sit patiently waiting for him to explain what the hell is going on.
"He seems to think that I'm failing English." He explains. As upsetting for Damon as it is, I still do not understand why I'm here.
"I don't 'think', I know." The head replies, clasping his hands together as he rests them on the desk in front of him. "Damon, your grade is an E. We've been over this," I see Damon roll his eyes in reply.
"What does this have to do with me?" I ask as politely as possible, not wanting Damon to think that I don't care about his grades.
"Exactly, it has nothing to do with you." Damon comments just as the teacher begins to say something completely different.
"It would be much appreciated if you were to consider tutoring him," The head explains, "You know, to raise his grade."
"What?!" Damon exclaims, as if he cannot believe what the teacher has just said. "No, no, no." He shakes his head. I really don't understand why he is so against me tutoring him.
