This is not a story for the soft hearted. This is not a story for the closed minded. This is a story for those with a little of the Devil inside. "The sadness of music sifted through me like grains of sand; every note fell into the cracks of my bones and wedged its pie...
Average. That's what she is and apparently will ever be, or at least that's just what others see her as.
Susan is having problems with quadratic equations, so she asks the smartest guy in her class for help. He agrees to tutor her, but only if she'll do it in her bra. There's no way Susan would agree to something like that. No way. But then, she really needs to get her grades up, and a bra isn't all that different to a b...