Hiro trudged down the hallway of the school. It was his old high school. He hadn't been here since he was 13, two years ago. But here he was, again. A few weeks ago, he'd agreed to do this as part of a deal to keep his scholarship at San Fransokyo Institution of Technology. "An act of community service you could call it." Tadashi had said.
"Community service my ass," Hiro said under his breath. He'd never heard of tutoring being a community service. Most people got paid to do this, but he had been forced into it as punishment for writing some college kids' papers. He got caught. Well they did. Bragging about it to their buddies so a professor could hear. That's dumber than having a fifteen year old genius have to write your papers. Honestly, he'd gotten off easy for it.
Turning the corner and opening the door to the counselor's private "quiet room", he tossed his bag onto the table and looked around. Small and poorly lit, the room consisted of two chairs with a table between them. His "peer" wasn't there yet. Apparently, his name was Mick and he needed help in math and science. Hiro's specialties. It was no coincidence he'd graduated high school at thirteen as Valedictorian. He'd pissed off a lot of preppy little teens with that.
Suddenly, the door opened behind him. He turned to face a girl, small and thin with blue eyes that took up most of her face. They were thickly lined in black. It was hard to see her face though with a mess of pink and blond hair covering half of it. She crossed her arms and cocked her hip, looking at Hiro through a curtain of hair. It almost reached her waist. She tilted her head and studied him.
"You my tutor?" she asked suddenly.
"Um, I don't think so. I'm supposed to have some guy. Mick?" Hiro looked at his papers.
"I'm Mickayla Thompson. I go by Mickie or Mick though cuz my mom gave me a stupid name. You Hiro?" she snapped her gum at him. He nodded. "Cool. Learn me something." She sat down and put her pink high top converse on the table. Hiro felt a ping of annoyance.
"Well first off, it's 'teach'. Not learn. Basic English."
"I know. I'm actually really good at English. I do it in a satirical matter. I don't speak like a lady, but I can tell you that I am one." she flipped her hair over her shoulder, studying him. "Aren't you a little young to be my tutor?"
"Aren't you a little old to need a tutor?" he retorted. He half expected her to snap at him. She didn't. Instead, she laughed a light pleasant laugh.
"Touche!" she said. Hiro exhaled, relieved.
"So, what do you want to go through first?" he asked.
So this is my new story. As much as I dislike creating my own characters, this one wrote itself. So let me know what you think and hopefully I can publish more :)