IMPORTANT NOTES: Well, this is a story I started writing during summer break. I noticed there's not many well written Rodrick/girl figure fics out there, so I'm trying to let my imagination run wild as I entertain you. I finally decided to upload it now and I wanted to wait because I just wanted to make sure I wasn't going to change things drastically.
This is just the Prologue. I know its very short, but I just needed an opening scene to start the story. Other chapters are longer. Once Chapter 1 begins, the third person switches to first person with Brittany's POV and Rodrick's POV.
I already have another story in progress, but it is coming close to ending, so I figured I'd start this up early. I'm not going to post Chapter 1 until I finish my previous fic. (Just to make it easier on me)
I love feedback. I think it's an awesome way to connect to my readers. ( And plus I wanna make sure I'm not writing a piece of garbage :p ) So comment/reply/review away! Even if it's every chapter, I don't care, haha. I love reading what everyone says! & also, if you have suggestions for characters and what they should say or do, don't hesitate to jot them down in a comment. I will do my best to shape it into what I'm writing, and I'll also put your username in my notes so you know I added your thought. ( :
I'm rating this M now for later strong language and some other mature stuff later involved. I'm not spoiling anything ;p
I hope you all enjoy this first little sneak peak. So, let the reading and reviews begin!
Prologue
Tuesday morning Susan Heffley waited patiently in the main office of Westmore High School. The day before, she had received a phone call from the principal who urgently requested a private one on one meeting with her. She sat in an uncomfortable, plastic chair as people passed in and out of the room. She knew whatever brought her here had to do with her eldest son, and she was preparing for whatever trouble he had got himself into this time. She was hoping that it was only something as little as detention because she was used to the idea by now, but she couldn't understand why the school needed a conference to tell her that. Maybe it was something much more worse than expected.
Susan's name was called and her nerves began to tingle as she strutted across the room to the opened door. She entered the principal's office slowly while she looked around. It was a medium sized room with bookshelves that touched the ceiling, and covering the walls, was green embroidered wallpaper. She took a seat uneasily, right across from a large, oak desk.
"Good morning Mrs. Heffley," greeted Principal Gordon, standing and buttoning his suit. "How are you?"
"I'm fine, just a little bit confused. What is this about?" Susan asked politely.
The balding, middle aged man chuckled. "I'm sorry to call you in on such short notice, but I didn't want to wait until parent teacher conferences."
Susan tilted her head to the side in perplexity and crossed her legs.
"I'm sorry, but I don't follow," she admitted, pushing her glasses up on her nose. "This is obviously about Rodrick but..."
He started to cut her off, "Yes. I am becoming concerned with Rodrick's behavior in school. He has the typical careless teenage attitude, and it shows in his grades."
Susan's posture shifted to an uncomfortable state and he took a seat on the front of his desk before her.
"He is on the verge of failing some of his classes, and I do not want to see him repeat his junior year. It's the middle of the first quarter and we can catch this problem in time," he continued. "I was thinking about assigning Rodrick a one on one tutor to improve his study habits."
"Yes, I think that is a great idea." Susan breathed relief and agreed as she clasped her hands together. "I've been stumped on how to approach Rodrick's bad study skills. I've tried grounding him, bribing him, and taking away his valuables, but nothing seems to work," she said hopelessly. "It would be wonderful if he had an instructor to put him on the right track."
Principal Gordon nodded. "I'm glad to see we're on the same page. I've picked the best student that I know here at Westmore. She has been on the National Honor Society and Honor Roll all her high school career. She is strongly committed to her work, and has agreed to help Rodrick out."
"She sounds wonderful. When can I meet her?" Susan was delighted.
"Right now," Principal Gordon replied. He got up, hit the button on his phone, and spoke aloud, "Sheri, could you please call Brittany Emmett out of class? I need to speak with her briefly."
"Right away sir," the voice on the intercom replied.
