"Remember to finish your charts on Moroi evolution. They're due Monday. Class dismissed."
Everyone rose, eager to be with friends and get their weekend plans started. I got up, ready to join the throng of students outside classes.
"Rosemarie, please come here for a second," were the words to ruin my plans.
I sauntered up to her desk. "Hey, it's Rose."
"Yes, Ms. Hathaway. I have something important from all of the teachers to speak to you about."
"Okay, shoot." I said to her, sticking my hands into my pocket. She had better hurry up. Everyone was probably wondering where I was.
"It seems," she began, slipping her reading glasses onto her nose. "That your grades in most of your classes are, in a light term, meager. You will have to bring them up, or you won't be able to graduate with your class."
"But, Liss-" I interrupted her, only to be interrupted myself.
"Yes, Ms. Hathaway. That would mean, unless you bring up your grades, you will not be able to guard Lissa."
I grumbled and scowled as she continued.
"So, for the best, we have decided to assign you to a tutor. He's graduating soon, very-"
I cut her off again, not believing it. "A tutor?" I said loudly and slowly, almost as if she was a little child who didn't understand the simple word.
"Yes, Rosemarie."
This time, I didn't correct her, like I usually did to my teachers who called me by my full name. I was so enraged by the thought of a tutor.
"Seriously? God, if Lissa wasn't my best friend, and I wanted to guard her so badly, I'd rather fail."
"I take it you are going to meet with your tutor then," she said smiling at me.
I scowled in return, and then smiled so sickly sweet it hurt to do so.
She caught my smile and scowled at me. Then, she reached into a drawer on her desk, and produced a folder.
"Meet him, in the library, tomorrow. They are every Saturday and Sunday."
"Saturday and Sunday!" I said, groaning.
"Yes, Ms. Hathaway… Don't worry. It won't take the whole day, just a lot of the day. Meetings are at eight-thirty sharp. Don't be late."
"Okay," I said, taking the packet.
"See you next week, Ms. Hathaway," my teacher called as I stepped out of the classroom.
"It's Rose," I shouted back, waving backwards. I faintly heard her chuckle as I slammed the door behind me.