AN: So some people seemed to like the first chapter of the story, so I decided to continue, even though I hated this chapter. Enjoy.
Chapter 1 here:
link
2. Tutor
"Whats the answer for number 2?" Mona Vander asked in Math class the next morning, as she leaned over my desk. I really wish out math teacher would move seats.
Mona Vander is the type of girl thats in every school. Popular, beautiful, mean, cunning, looks down on people who she feels are supeiror to her. I've known her since 1st grade, and also knew that she's the one who came up with the nickname "Elle Smells" in 3rd grade. She had light blonder curly hair, that had a habit of bouncing every time she walked, and dark green eyes, with olive skin. She is exacly what boys call perfect.
"You know," I said quietly, barely hearing myself. "You should figure out the answer yourself." I started rubbing my right arm, feeling nervous, even though I didn't know why. Its not like I was afraid of Mona Vander.
"Geez, you don't always have to be such a good girl Elle. It just makes you more un-attractive than you already are." She scoffed, and looked at her textbook, probraly trying to find out the answer. It looked like she was struggling. Even though I didn't want to admit, I found it quite amusing.
"Alright class", the math teacher, Ms. Genie said. "I want you to do problems 1-28 on page 380 in your textbook tonight for homework."
Then the bell rang, and everybody was out of that classroom in a flash. I would have been to, if Mona had "accdentily" pushed me, making me drop all my books, and making people laugh all around me.
I walked into the Algebra classroom after picking up all my books. I sat in my usual seat, in the back, were nobody ever notices me. I actually prefer sitting in the back. I never get called on. Not that I don't mind getting called on, except Algebra isn't exacly my strong suit. I also was the only one in class who didnt have a partner.
Mr. Cline, the Algebra teacher, walked into our classroom. Mr. Cline is probraly one of the most strict teacher's in the school, which is why nobody ever crossed him. He was very tall, had a long neck, and was compltely bald, with a black mustache.
"Ms. Summons, may I speak to you for a moment?" He asked, looking at me, and several classmates said "ohhhhh". I reluntantly got of my seat, and stood in front of his desk in the front of the room.
"Yes Mr. Cline?" I asked shly, wondering what he would want with me.
"You know Ryan Calving, right?" He asked, stoking his mustache.
All of a sudden, flashbacks started in my head. Ryan. Confronting me. Asking me questions. About my drawing. Actually looking interested. It still confused me.
"Yes, why?"
"Mr. Cline," He sighed deeply "is failing Algebra. Now I know you don't have a partner...
'Oh no'
"...and Ryan's partner, Robert, was suspended. So, he is now your partner."
I felt ligh headed all of a sudden, and didn't know what to do. I didn't want Ryan as a partner. But it's not like I had a real choice.
"That would be fine." I lied.
At that moment, Ryan stepped in. He was wearing a blue shirt, and riped jeans, his headphones on. I heard several girls moan. Seriously.
"Mr. Calving," Mr. Cline said. "Good news. Elle Summons is now your new partner."
He turned to me, and smiled. "Okay. Thats cool I gues." His eyes never left mine.
"Well Elle, lead Ryan to his new seat in the back."
I nodded my head, and lead Ryan to the back of the room, pointing to the empty seat next to mine, which would no longer would be empty.
A few seconds later, Mr. Cline started teaching, but I was finding it hard to pay attention.
"So Elle," Ryan said, all of a sudden, startling me. "I was wondering...could you be my tutor?"
AN: I know, it sucks.
Chapter 1 here:
link
2. Tutor
"Whats the answer for number 2?" Mona Vander asked in Math class the next morning, as she leaned over my desk. I really wish out math teacher would move seats.
Mona Vander is the type of girl thats in every school. Popular, beautiful, mean, cunning, looks down on people who she feels are supeiror to her. I've known her since 1st grade, and also knew that she's the one who came up with the nickname "Elle Smells" in 3rd grade. She had light blonder curly hair, that had a habit of bouncing every time she walked, and dark green eyes, with olive skin. She is exacly what boys call perfect.
"You know," I said quietly, barely hearing myself. "You should figure out the answer yourself." I started rubbing my right arm, feeling nervous, even though I didn't know why. Its not like I was afraid of Mona Vander.
"Geez, you don't always have to be such a good girl Elle. It just makes you more un-attractive than you already are." She scoffed, and looked at her textbook, probraly trying to find out the answer. It looked like she was struggling. Even though I didn't want to admit, I found it quite amusing.
"Alright class", the math teacher, Ms. Genie said. "I want you to do problems 1-28 on page 380 in your textbook tonight for homework."
Then the bell rang, and everybody was out of that classroom in a flash. I would have been to, if Mona had "accdentily" pushed me, making me drop all my books, and making people laugh all around me.
I walked into the Algebra classroom after picking up all my books. I sat in my usual seat, in the back, were nobody ever notices me. I actually prefer sitting in the back. I never get called on. Not that I don't mind getting called on, except Algebra isn't exacly my strong suit. I also was the only one in class who didnt have a partner.
Mr. Cline, the Algebra teacher, walked into our classroom. Mr. Cline is probraly one of the most strict teacher's in the school, which is why nobody ever crossed him. He was very tall, had a long neck, and was compltely bald, with a black mustache.
"Ms. Summons, may I speak to you for a moment?" He asked, looking at me, and several classmates said "ohhhhh". I reluntantly got of my seat, and stood in front of his desk in the front of the room.
"Yes Mr. Cline?" I asked shly, wondering what he would want with me.
"You know Ryan Calving, right?" He asked, stoking his mustache.
All of a sudden, flashbacks started in my head. Ryan. Confronting me. Asking me questions. About my drawing. Actually looking interested. It still confused me.
"Yes, why?"
"Mr. Cline," He sighed deeply "is failing Algebra. Now I know you don't have a partner...
'Oh no'
"...and Ryan's partner, Robert, was suspended. So, he is now your partner."
I felt ligh headed all of a sudden, and didn't know what to do. I didn't want Ryan as a partner. But it's not like I had a real choice.
"That would be fine." I lied.
At that moment, Ryan stepped in. He was wearing a blue shirt, and riped jeans, his headphones on. I heard several girls moan. Seriously.
"Mr. Calving," Mr. Cline said. "Good news. Elle Summons is now your new partner."
He turned to me, and smiled. "Okay. Thats cool I gues." His eyes never left mine.
"Well Elle, lead Ryan to his new seat in the back."
I nodded my head, and lead Ryan to the back of the room, pointing to the empty seat next to mine, which would no longer would be empty.
A few seconds later, Mr. Cline started teaching, but I was finding it hard to pay attention.
"So Elle," Ryan said, all of a sudden, startling me. "I was wondering...could you be my tutor?"
AN: I know, it sucks.
Another poem by me. This one came out kinda lame,but I'll let the rating be the judge (assuming there will be any).
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
That Girl
Have you seen that girl,
That goes around here and there?
Nobody knows where she’s going,
Is she even going somewhere?
Pretty face, pretty hair,
Nobody knows her name,
She seems sad, what a coincidence,
I’ve been feeling the same.
She seems lost,
Doesn’t even know where she’s from,
I’m a nice guy so I invite her,
To stay in my home.
She seats in the couch,
My, is she pretty?
I wonder what I can say,
To comfort that girl , so dreamy.
Sarah,
She tells me it’s her name,
She feels sad,
Funny,
Because I’ve been feeling the same
I wrote this yesterday when me and my boyfriend had a big fight and it's a fight that may go on for a long time. I know I am young to write something like this but, I guess it helps. Plus If you don't like it just tell me, ok?
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!
The Power of Words
You and I had this big long fight,
It felt like the storm during the night.
It was verry sad and cold,
My friends had to like you a lot
and you felt like I forgot,
forgot about you.
But I had a prodject due.
You think you're mr. I'm so cool
but you used to act like a ghool.
Not to the people you love,
to the sensetive people like a dove.
How we spoke with eachother,
made you feel much better.
But the fight we had,
you said was nothing but it was bad.
See ya pal we're ova,
take the cell you gave me and do me a fava.
Just don't ever,
Never...
Talk to me again!