Faux_Pas
Santa Baby...
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They had known each other for so long.
Sarah felt she could tell her anything. She was almost a big sister, the way she looked out for her.
Always there.... Sharing with her, laughing with her, even holding her when she cried. It was funny, since they only met and grew so close after Sarah had such a temper tantrum over being sent to a babysitter.
That was so long ago, now.
Sarah had gone from the 7th grader in awe of the Senior she spent so much time with- to being the Senior herself.
Unfortunately, she wasn't doing as well in school as the Senior she used to spend so much time with...
She stared down at the test slipped onto her desk by her English teacher, a grimace quickly taking her face. "Mister Douglas, this can't be right. It can't. I studied, I swear! I even- I don't understand... I thought I was doing so much better now."
The greying man simply frowned, eyeing her over his glasses as he returned to his desk, waiting for the other students to file out before addressing the one lagging behind. "I'm terribly sorry, Sarah. It's not the studying that matters. It's the absorption. You seem to be having terrible troubles with that. No matter how many times you read the words, they will mean nothing until you can completely understand them."
Did he just... Nicely call her an idiot?
He slipped his glasses back up then, clearing his throat before continuing. "To be blunt, Sarah, I've grown concerned over your grades lately. I know you're struggling in my class, and from what I understand, Algebra is becoming another downfall for you. You are in dire need of some help, young lady. We're still fairly early in the semester, but this year will go by rather quickly. If you plan to be walking across that stage this spring, I strongly suggest you find a tutor of some sort."
A tutor?
She looked back to her paper with a frown, nibbling the end of her pencil as she tried to think. She wanted to graduate, absolutely. "Thank you, sir." She stood up then, readjusting the short plaid skirt of her uniform before heading out into the hallway, a breath of relief given as she eyed the clock. At least now she could head home.
A little stop.
Maybe there was someone that could help her.
She'd always been there for her, before.
And she was absolutely brilliant, in Sarah's eyes.
A hand upon her shoulder made her jump a bit, a wide eyed stare given to one of her friends now grinning at her. "Hey Sar! We were thinking of stopping to the Express Mart for a few sodas before heading to the-"
She shook her head quickly, already interrupting. "I'm sorry. I need to get headed home. I don't really have time today. I have to go see someone about... stuff."
"Oh, that is so detailed... Gotta be important." Terry smiled with that, then shrugged. "Okay then. Do what you want. Maybe tomorrow."
"Maybe." Sarah smiled in agreement, quickly throwing her bag over her shoulder and rushing out to grab her bike from the rack. Not too far to get home. Or to her house.
Sarah had no doubts on her saying yes, but payment may be a problem. There was no way she was going to take money from Sarah, but she was dead certain her dad wasn't going to let her get something for nothing. How exactly was that going to work?
"I'll... bake her cookies each week. Or take her to a movie. Or... something."
Funny... Her fear of finding a tutor was actually starting to turn around to an earnest feeling. If it meant spending time with her old friend like she used to, maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
Sarah felt she could tell her anything. She was almost a big sister, the way she looked out for her.
Always there.... Sharing with her, laughing with her, even holding her when she cried. It was funny, since they only met and grew so close after Sarah had such a temper tantrum over being sent to a babysitter.
That was so long ago, now.
Sarah had gone from the 7th grader in awe of the Senior she spent so much time with- to being the Senior herself.
Unfortunately, she wasn't doing as well in school as the Senior she used to spend so much time with...
She stared down at the test slipped onto her desk by her English teacher, a grimace quickly taking her face. "Mister Douglas, this can't be right. It can't. I studied, I swear! I even- I don't understand... I thought I was doing so much better now."
The greying man simply frowned, eyeing her over his glasses as he returned to his desk, waiting for the other students to file out before addressing the one lagging behind. "I'm terribly sorry, Sarah. It's not the studying that matters. It's the absorption. You seem to be having terrible troubles with that. No matter how many times you read the words, they will mean nothing until you can completely understand them."
Did he just... Nicely call her an idiot?
He slipped his glasses back up then, clearing his throat before continuing. "To be blunt, Sarah, I've grown concerned over your grades lately. I know you're struggling in my class, and from what I understand, Algebra is becoming another downfall for you. You are in dire need of some help, young lady. We're still fairly early in the semester, but this year will go by rather quickly. If you plan to be walking across that stage this spring, I strongly suggest you find a tutor of some sort."
A tutor?
She looked back to her paper with a frown, nibbling the end of her pencil as she tried to think. She wanted to graduate, absolutely. "Thank you, sir." She stood up then, readjusting the short plaid skirt of her uniform before heading out into the hallway, a breath of relief given as she eyed the clock. At least now she could head home.
A little stop.
Maybe there was someone that could help her.
She'd always been there for her, before.
And she was absolutely brilliant, in Sarah's eyes.
A hand upon her shoulder made her jump a bit, a wide eyed stare given to one of her friends now grinning at her. "Hey Sar! We were thinking of stopping to the Express Mart for a few sodas before heading to the-"
She shook her head quickly, already interrupting. "I'm sorry. I need to get headed home. I don't really have time today. I have to go see someone about... stuff."
"Oh, that is so detailed... Gotta be important." Terry smiled with that, then shrugged. "Okay then. Do what you want. Maybe tomorrow."
"Maybe." Sarah smiled in agreement, quickly throwing her bag over her shoulder and rushing out to grab her bike from the rack. Not too far to get home. Or to her house.
Sarah had no doubts on her saying yes, but payment may be a problem. There was no way she was going to take money from Sarah, but she was dead certain her dad wasn't going to let her get something for nothing. How exactly was that going to work?
"I'll... bake her cookies each week. Or take her to a movie. Or... something."
Funny... Her fear of finding a tutor was actually starting to turn around to an earnest feeling. If it meant spending time with her old friend like she used to, maybe this wasn't so bad after all.
