After School Help (Onyx)
Nov 20, 2013 16:42:07 GMT -5
Post by uwu on Nov 20, 2013 16:42:07 GMT -5
After I got that B- on the English pretest, my parents are sending me of to get a tutor for help. That's not fair! It was a pretest! The day that day went by way to slow. No matter what I did, the day crept on like a slug. But in a way, it was a blessing. I didn't really want to be tutored. I knew everything I had to, and more. I can figure things out on my own. I know this is for a good cause, but why? Why send me to tutoring? Whatever their clause was, I thought it was a terrible idea. I thought that about all of my parents ideas. If they hadn't forced me to stay inside all those years, I wouldn't have to do this!
Finally, after what felt like eternity, the day ended. I walked towards the tutoring hall as slowly as I could without making a big fool of my self. It toke me longer than it should have, but, again, I didn't care. It was "to make me better" they said. They said that about everything, and I'm not really sure what to believe now.
I walked into the room, and signed in saying I went. The room itself wasn't all that big. To be honest, it was one of the smallest classrooms I've seen. But I haven't been in most of the rooms in the school, so I shouldn't judge yet. I sat down at a desk closest to a window, and got my stuff out, not really sure what to do. I twiddle my pencil around, then I started my unfinished homework for tomorrow. After the first couple of problems, I get bored, and pull out one of my puzzle blocks and tried beating my record of 5 minutes. A couple minutes later, I hear footsteps enter the room. Dear Ripread, please be my tutor. I want to leave this place quickly.
Finally, after what felt like eternity, the day ended. I walked towards the tutoring hall as slowly as I could without making a big fool of my self. It toke me longer than it should have, but, again, I didn't care. It was "to make me better" they said. They said that about everything, and I'm not really sure what to believe now.
I walked into the room, and signed in saying I went. The room itself wasn't all that big. To be honest, it was one of the smallest classrooms I've seen. But I haven't been in most of the rooms in the school, so I shouldn't judge yet. I sat down at a desk closest to a window, and got my stuff out, not really sure what to do. I twiddle my pencil around, then I started my unfinished homework for tomorrow. After the first couple of problems, I get bored, and pull out one of my puzzle blocks and tried beating my record of 5 minutes. A couple minutes later, I hear footsteps enter the room. Dear Ripread, please be my tutor. I want to leave this place quickly.
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