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Summary -- "Ino, your tutor is arriving tomorrow. Don't be late." Oh great, now everyday after school I'm stuck with a loser-looking nerd? Yay for me.
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Why am I here?
"... and to find the angle of the..." The teacher drawled on.
What is this?
"... and after you find the angle, you must..."
When is this going to end?
Seriously, are you sure it's math? Math is supposed to be practical -- one plus one equals two. But no, thanks to geniuses we have to learn trigonometry. I mean, come on, even the sound of it is impractical! Why not just say 'the longer way of finding things about triangles using all these weird things'? Hmm...? Much more simple.
"... and that's how you do it!" The teacher explained, "So before class ends, anyone have any questions?"
Why would we ask questions? Seriously, it's in the unwritten law of whatever-it-is to not ask any questions right before class ends. You can ask when class ends, but not before it. Why? It'll just make the teacher talk more.
"... well since none of you guys asked any questions, I'm going to assume you understand the work..."
Did you know it's bad to assume things? I remember my elementary teacher saying, "When you assume, you make an 'ASS of U and ME."
"... okay, here's the homework." The teacher then walked around the class handing out the work.
All of a sudden, I heard my night in shining armour calling. It was loud, but I still loved it -- the BELL!
"The homework is due tomorrow, make sure you do it because I'm checking it!" The teacher called out.
Yeah right, like he's going to check it. He always says that then forgets the next day, it's the cycle. If he does happen to check it, I'd just write a bunch of numbers on my paper. He can't say I didn't do my homework, but he can deduct my grade.
I walked out of class, hurrying to my next class. I seated myself beside my best friend/rival Sakura. I noticed her looking at me weirdly.
"What? Do I have something on my face?" I asked, now looking in my bag for a mirror.
"No," She said, "but you're not supposed to sit here. You know we're put in alphabetical order."
"Whatever," I said, shrugging. "I'll wait 'til he notices I'm not in my seat to move to my seat."
The teacher walked in, he immediately noticed I wasn't in my proper seat and gave me 'the look', it usually meant 'get out of that seat right now, or I'll send you to the office for not listening to me'. But fortunately or unfortunately, I was immune to the look and continued to stare at the teacher.
The teacher sighed, "Ino, move to your proper seat."
"Yes sir," I answered him as I walked to my seat in the back.
"... now, we'll be learning about..." The teacher began talking.
What? Did he say we'll be learning? Seriously, again? Didn't we learn yesterday?
"...every animal has..."
I quickly looked at Sakura, she seemed to be totally focused on the subject. Well, I remember her saying she wanted to help others. She said she wanted to become a doctor when her pet bird died. Though I don't know if she wants to help animals, or humans.
Luckily for me, class went by quickly. Only a few more minutes before the bell would ring.
One more minute... everyone in the class was already preparing to leave.
"... oh, and before I forget. There's a quiz tomorrow on what we've learned so far!" The teacher reminded us before we leaved.
I groaned along with the class. I really was hoping he would forget about the quiz. Everyone left the class, spirits dampened. So much for no work...
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Finally! My favourite class of the day, ART!
I walked in, science class behind me, and sat in my proper seat. I love this class, probably because I'm good at it. I want to become a fashion designer when in the future, I love how I don't have to limit myself with just a piece of paper and paint. In fashion, my canvas are the people around me, so many to choose from.
I once told Sakura, the minute I become famous I would change her wardrobe. Do you know what she has in there? School uniforms. Really, where's the excitement? But Sakura being Sakura, she had to talk-balk and told me I was wearing the same thing as her.
You know what my response was?
I ignored her.
She was right. Though even if she was, I absolutely hate being wrong. It means you're not right, and that makes me feel dumb.
The art teacher walked in and told us to work on our activities from the previous day. I walked to the other side of the class to find my painting. In my school, there are no fashion classes, so the closest I got to fashion was through art. I sat beside Hinata, one of my friends, who was -- and still is extremely shy. I saw her working on a clay sculpture. She was soley concentrated on the figurine she was making. It wasn't completed yet, so I couldn't figure out what it was. She said it was something that reminded her of her boyfriend, Naruto Uzumaki.
Everyone was so surprised one day when she told us (Us meaning Sakura, Tenten, and me.). We were so excited for her, the smile she wore when she told us was very contagious. She had us smiling with her within a few moments. We all asked if we could meet with her boyfriend. She agreed.
We're meeting him today after school.
Whoa, a bigger surprise.
We met him at a ramen store near the mall. We were so shocked to see her boyfriend. He was so... how could you put it? Um, lively. It seemed as if he was all over the place. He just seemed to never stop talking. We couldn't find anything to talk about once we met him.
You'd think Hinata would find a quiet, sophisticated, and smart guy.
She found the complete opposite.
He was loud, he never would shut-up, as if he could. If we couldn't find anything to talk about, he'd start talking to bring up the atmosphere. I wouldn't have minded, but he started talking about ramen. Ramen, who talks about ramen? So much for first impressions. To me, he didn't seem all that smart either. He was nineteen, Hinata said he had to repeat a grade, so he was still a senior in high school.
But our impressions changed the moment we asked him what he wanted to do after he graduated. He looked so determined, his blue eyes no longer held the carefree look in them but was replaced with seriousness. He said he wanted to open a restaurant and make the best ramen in the world.
I wanted to laugh. Really I did.
It just sounded so funny.
But then, I thought about it. Would it be right to laugh at someone else's dream? Everyone has dreams, and he seemed as if he was really trying hard to achieve it.
I changed my opinion, Naruto is a great guy even if he was a little weird. But hey, they are a weird couple. The way he smiled at Hinata made me jealous. I mean, who wouldn't want a boyfriend who looked at you as if you were the most woman in his life?
I looked at Tenten and Sakura, we nodded to each other.
"Hinata and Naruto, we have to get going." Sakura said.
"It's getting late," Tenten added.
"Enjoy your date with Naruto!" I winked at her, she blushed.
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I walked inside my home. Everything that's happened has got me really tired. I just want to take a nice long bath and relax. Forget about homework, who cares if there's a quiz tomorrow.
As I was about to walk in the bathroom, my dad called me down. I walked down the stairs to ask what he wanted to talk to me about. He was in the living room.
Holding my recent math test I thought I threw out.
With the red ink showing the letter 'F' in bold letters.
"Care to explain?" He asked, waving the paper in front of me.
I couldn't say anything. What could I say? Should I say I don't like math? If I did, that might turn out to become a horribly long speech of how math is fundamental to our daily lives. Blah, blah, blah.
"I'm worried about your grades Ino. Your marks aren't improving so far, so I've made a decision," My dad sighed, "Please know I'm doing this for your own good."
What's he gonna do? Put me in jail?
"What is it?" I ask warily.
"I've hired a tutor to help you increase your grades," He told me.
WHAT?
"But dad, I don't need a tutor," I wailed.
"No, you don't want one. You need one." He said. "Once your mark increases, he'll leave."
My tutor is a guy?
"If you're worried he's not smart enough, don't worry. He's in University studying business." My dad added.
Like that'll help.
"He'll be here tomorrow. Don't be late." He reminded me.
Oh great. Life's just peachy.
I'm stuck with a know-it-all geek. A geek who wears round, think glasses. The kind of person who thinks having a test or quiz is fun. The kind of person who likes reading the dictionary as a hobby. A geek who has absolutely no life.
Life can't get any better.
Really.
It can't.
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