Disclaimer: I don't own Animorphs or any of the terminology. KA Applegate is Queen in that department.

Author's Notes: Thank you for your patience as I post this bit by bit. I usually post a finished story all at once, but someone recommended I do otherwise, so here I am. Please review if you feel the need to do so.

"You can't make someone love you, all you can do is be someone who can be loved, the rest is up to the person to realize your worth." -- Unknown

My name is Sarah. I'm a soldier. My name is Yeerkish for General. I am able to make quick decisions and get the job done efficiently. Now, I'm no longer the leader, but I can follow orders to the letter and still get the job done efficiently. So needless to say, a lot of things did not elude me.

But I will be the first to admit that I don't know everything. I can see or experience some things that I need clarification on in order to completely understand the situation. And since I grew up with Yeerks and Andalites, most of the stuff I need clarification on is what most humans would consider common knowledge.

Sometimes I wonder if my Andalite brother knows more about Earth culture than me.

An example, of course, is History. I knew nothing about this subject in school. I literally mean nothing. On my first day of school, I was laughed at for not knowing who the first president of America was. Then I was subsequently laughed at for not knowing what America was. Every time the teacher went on about a subject, I filled my notepad within the first hour.

Luckily, my friend Jake, who sits beside me, always has extra paper handy.

"I'm not going to pass this test," I muttered, as I scribbled down more notes on the paper Jake passed over to me.

"You'll be fine," he assured. He was always doing that: making a grim situation seem like nothing. "It's not until the end of the week. You have lots of time to study."

"Maybe I should get a tutor."

He hesitated. "Yeah. Maybe."

The bell for the end of class, and the beginning of my next class, rang. I stuffed all of the paper I had scattered around my desk into my binder and got up to leave. The teacher stopped me. Another lecture, I bet.

"I couldn't help but overhear you thinking about getting a tutor," he said.

"So?"

"I know a girl who's exceptional in History. I'm sure she would tutor you."

"Why would anyone want to be exceptional in History?"

He shrugged. "Some people are fascinated by it. Her name is Lydia. She's probably in the library now. This is her spare Period. Tell her I sent you. I'll let your next teacher know that you'll be there instead of in class this one time."

I sighed and left, without replying. I said 'maybe' get a tutor. The last thing I wanted was to spend my free time studying a dry subject like History.

I already spent my free time fighting Yeerks.

Even though I started to the gym at first, I found myself in front of the library before I realized it. I sighed angrily again and walked in. I saw the librarian, but no one else was there, until I walked in further and further. Near the back, I heard talking and finally saw two people:

One was my other friend, Marco.

The other was some girl with black hair and brown eyes.

I stared for only a few moments before I finally walked up to the table. Marco smiled as he looked at me. "Hi, Sarah," he said.

"Hi," I replied. I looked at the girl, waiting for her to introduce herself to me.

She looked at me and smiled, as well. "Hi! Um, my name is Lydia."

I nodded. "You're the one good in History, right?"

She blushed and looked at her books on the table. "I'm not bad."

"My History teacher says you're exceptional and that you wouldn't mind tutoring me."

She blushed again. "Well, I wouldn't say exceptional…"

I growled. "Your modesty is annoying." I sat down at the table and opened my binder. My messy History notes were right on top. I attempted to organize them as I set them on the table.

"She's tutoring me, too," Marco said. He kind of grinned. Lydia grinned as well.

I frowned. "I would like to get this over with," I explained. "I don't like History."

"I'm sorry," Lydia said, softly. She picked up a few of my notes. "Well, you're a very thorough note-taker."

"But…?"

She cleared her throat. "But it isn't necessary to write down everything the teacher says." She peered at something and read, "'Find out where Europe is'. It's a continent in the east."

"Thank you," I said.

"She's, uh, not good in Geography, either," Marco explained, unnecessarily.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, let's get started then," Lydia said. She handed me a paper with notes typed on it. I read through it and noted that it was a study guide for the test next week. Throughout the rest of the Period, she walked through the sheet, and did her best to answer my questions.

To my annoyance, I noticed that Marco and Lydia laughed too much. And usually at the same time. I don't know if they were telling jokes or what. It was annoying me to the point of distraction. I had to ask them to stop several times. Lydia, being grossly polite, apologized and hushed.

But she smiled way too much. And she looked at Marco way too much.

I suddenly had a strong impulse to bash her head on the table.

But I didn't know why…