This is something I sort of did just now while watching a movie that has absolutely nothing to do with anything. It's Amanda Sefton's POV, and she's writing a letter. X-Men:Evolution Amanda. Um...look, it's the middle of the night. I'm tired. Nothing belongs to me and this seemed like a good idea at the time.

Dear Ms. Johnson, there is something you should know. You don't really know me. I sit in the back of your math class and stare at the back of peoples' heads, unable to see the board. Even if I could see it, I don't think I'd really be paying attention. Your class is the only one where I can truly pay one hundred percent attention to my boyfriend. He sits towards the middle, and somehow his German mind comprehends numbers much better than mine ever could. Maybe if we reversed seats I'd understand math and he'd be the confused one, staring at the back of my head and wishing we could be somewhere else this close.

You don't really need to know that though, just why I'm failing your class.

It's hard to juggle my life the way I have to. At school I can't really, because unless my friends are looking out for me for certain people whose parents speak to my parents, risking Kurt and my relationship like that is just stupid. My parents told me not to date him and, as far as they're concerned, I don't. But they think I don't sneak out either. I'm okay with sneaking out in the middle of the night because my father goes to bed as soon as the news is over, and my mother could sleep through a tornado. Escaping my room is easy. Faking that I got a whole night of sleep is not. And your class is during the optimal napping time, sixth hour. My lunch has settled in my stomach and my fifth hour has lulled me into a state of lethargy, so the only thing keeping me awake is the notes that he passes me. It's sort of funny how he randomly capitalizes things. Makes it really obvious that he spoke German and Romanian and that sort of thing, languages that involve capitalization in the middle of sentences and whatnot.

I would like tutoring, but that is also the only time I get to see Kurt. My parents and friends think I'm in the drama club. Ha. As if. I'm a good liar, not a good actress. He walks me to the block beside mine, where we part and I continue on alone. I seem to be alone a lot, anymore. It would be disheartening if I wasn't exhausted all the time.

My boss thinks I should take a break, but I can't with college coming up. That presents a whole new round of problems. I'm not even going to go into those.

So it all seems to boil down to this: I'm going to fail because my boyfriend is a mutant. That's about as simply as I can put it.

If he wasn't a mutant, my parents would like him and I wouldn't have to sneak out. If I didn't have to ditch them, I'd get a full night of rest. If I got enough sleep I wouldn't daze in your class, and I'd get my fill of my boyfriend outside of class. And if this was all true, and I also had a better seat, I would be passing your class.

I guess, if you were to actually receive this, you could offer me some solutions, or even just advice. You seem like a nice enough lady. You treat Kurt like anyone else, not like he's retarded or a criminal. I like that. It makes me feel safe in your classroom.

But you're not going to get this, and I'm still failing, and my love life is still hanging on by a thread, and my social life is dead, and I'm always exhausted and stressed out, and no matter how hard I try things still aren't working out. Something is going to have to go, and I'd rather it not be Kurt because he's the best and sweetest person I've ever met.

But at least, if you got this, you would know.