Miles In Their Shoes.

6

"hello Nick. Your latest student"
She smirked at me. Were counselors even supposed to be smirking at children like this?
I narrowed my eyes at her and she returned it with a look that gave me chills, I won't lie.
I turned to meet him. My eyes instantly zeroed onto the large cast on his leg, travelling all the way to his knee.

"my face is up here please"
My eyes shot up quickly but he was laughing. Laughing! I see how it is.

"well come on then, Let's go. Thanks again Miss North. You have a good day"

"you too Nick"

The two of us walked out of the office. Well, I walked, he hobbled. I slowed down my pace a little to match his steps. He noticed and he didn't look at me but he smiled. We stopped in front of the lockers.
" so hi I'm Nick. I'll be your tutor for..."
He peered at the paper they gave him "math and science".
I nodded. "great!" he smiled enthusiastically, his green eyes twinkling.
The smiling is too much.
" We can meet up tomorrow, I'll text you"
He was gone.
Well... Okay

That wasn't too bad. Just a little bit more cheerful than usual.
I shrugged.

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I reached my destination soon enough. The art room.

I opened the door and Mr. Holt looked up then looked back down again. He was sculpting today.
The room was a bit messy but not so much.
"Hey there Laces"

He knew I didn't like that name but he continued to call me that everyday and pretend as if he didn't know that I didn't like it.

I frowned as I sat down.
"Mr. Holt I have a tutor now. It's barbaric"
He chuckled. " it's just a tutor. Relax. It isn't  a psychopath is it?"
I stopped short "no........ I guess not. He seems like a nice person. A bit cheerful but nothing I can't handle."
" there. problem solved."

He made me help him with his sculpture till it was lunchtime. Yes, I skipped the rest of literature class...in my defense, it was left with less than 30 minutes so I didn't see why I had to go back.
" Laces, get outta here, it's Lunch"
I rolled my eyes "fine fine, show me what you've made when you're done with the sculpture . Bye"

I left the room and made sure I closed it well. He didn't like it when students left it partially opened... It had a faulty door that hadn't been fixed yet.

I'm pretty sure the story of how the two of us became friends would be told to some children someday. He saw me passing once and said "you look like my sister, but she's a devil. You don't look like a devil but I can't be too sure ... Are you one?"  I thought for a while then replied with "not sure" He laughed and then it continued that way.