The Mute Girl's Tutor

Tutoring Lessons Gone Wrong

I walk out of the library when the bell for lunch rings. Three more clssses to go before I get to go home. Maths, Biology, then History. Then I'm home free. Today is Friday! Yay!

All I have to do over the weekend is work at Victoria's Secret. Yes I am fithy rich and have a job. I pull my own weight and refuse to ever ask Sarah or my dad for anything. I am a very independent person and as soon as I turn eighteen in two years I'm out of that rat hole I call home. Wait a minute.... I'm forgetting something. After school I have to do something. Ah man what is it? Ahhhhhh....... Tutoring!

There we go, I'm getting tutored by whos-a- whats-it. Mr. Prick-wall. My next classes go by way to fast for my liking and next thing I know I found myself in the middle of the parking lot looking for his all black Cadillac. I found it moments later, but it is being flocked by many empty headed barbie dolls who look like they just got caught in the middle of a raping crayola box opacalix (

I growl, not out of jealousy and envy (ha! no) but out of annoyance. I have to be put in a car with him. I'll be super surprised if the car doesn't explode. He will probably annoy me to no end and in the end the car will become a blood red instead of its original shiny black. And let me tell you the color won't be coming from me.

I growl again and stomp towards the library. If he really wants to tutor me he'll come and find me. I honestly couldn't care less. I'll probably drop out of school next year anyway and become a painter.

About a half hour later the door to the library slams open and in comes a very annoyed looking Aaron. I don't look up and continue reading The Scarlet Letter for the third time. He walks over to my table which is in the way back and stares me down. I still don't look up not giving him the satisfaction of my agnolagment. He kind of scares me.

Suddenly my book is ripped out of my hand, I'm being ripped up by my wrist, and then thrown over a shoulder. Is he serious right now?!

I pound on his back with half my might causing him to wince. I have been in kick boxing and street fighting for the past five years so I am pretty strong. And if your wondering, somehow Molly drugs me so I become paralyzed and then they hit me.

        "SUCK A TRUCK! PUT ME THE HELLO KITTY DOWN!" I shout. And yes, I did just say that. I don't curse and I refuse to let others curse around me.

        "Suck a truck? Hello kitty? Wow your innocent." he states still sounding irritated. We pass the desk and I look at Ms. Harbison with my famous puppy dog face that nobody, not even Molly can turn down. She squeals and shuts her eyes tight before covering them with the first hard covered book she could see.

        "Not the eyes. Not the eyes!" she chants running to the other side of a bookshelf and started pretending to put books away but oh-so-secretly sneeking looks through the cracks. It laughs and grabs my bag before running out the building with me thrown over his shoulder like a freaking rag doll with my arms dangling. I pound his back again full force this time causing him to groan and drop me onto something leather. He throws my stuff in the back seat including my muddy wheeled skateboard. Oh how I wish I could just ride home and take a nap.

        "You were supposed to meet me at my car thirty minutes ago. " he spoke through gritted teeth. I growl and roll my eye just as annoyed.

        "And who was the one who had their car flocked by a bunch of empty headed barbies acting like gulls flocking their prey?" I spat getting more and more aggravated by the minute.

        "It's not my fault people actually like me." he says starting his car and speeding out of the lot. I growl again under my breath and cross my arms before setting my head on the window watching the trees speed by in a blur.