My name is Jamie Wells I don't come from the richest of families in the world. Actually, were quite poor ever since my dad died my mom tried to keep the house up and running. It's hard for her and at sixteen, I'm the oldest of four. I help out , I cook, clean, take care of my younger brothers and sisters and Annie. What am I supposed to do when I have school work too and I not pretty plain brown hair and eyes, not that exciting. My life is just so messed up.
"Jamie Wells report to the guidance office. Jamie Wells report to the guidance office." The message exploded over the schools speakers, which as always were turned up way to loud.
Sighing, I got up from my seat in history, to travel the distance to the guidance office. "Ah Miss. Wells thank you for coming," Mr. Winslow, the consular, said. "Please, have a seat."
There was another girl in the room, Rachel Simins, rich, popular. She was in my English class. Why am I here? I thought while taking the seat next to her.
"Miss. Simins parents requested that she be give a tutor in math. Mr. Davis suggested you." he told me.
"Sir, I have responsibilities at home." I tried to explain.
"Yes, yes Miss. Wells I realize that. And I sure that you two can work something out." he said looking down at his desk, shuffling some papers, avoiding looking up at me. "Now, I think both of you should get back to class."
Exiting his office quickly, I only made it a few steps away from the closed door before she turned to face me. "Look, I do stuff after school. Be at my house at six." she told me and walked away.
"But I," I was going to tell her I had to make dinner but I didn't. With her I want my pride intact, so I just stood there and let her walk away.