So this chapter is a little bit longer. More to come soon. Still trying to think of a name... Read and Review.

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Pogue spent the rest of his weekend holed up in his dorm room, only venturing out for food and showers. Anytime Caleb or anyone else called, he just ignored them. When Caleb tried to come by, he didn't answer the door. He used to live for the weekends, but now Monday couldn't come fast enough.

Pogue was almost late to his first hour Literature class, but he walked in just as the bell rang. He silently took his seat beside Caleb. The lesson today seemed even more boring and useless than it did every other day, and Pogue tuned out Mr. Polska within the first five minutes of class. Usually, Pogue could at least make it to ten or fifteen minutes before he ignored the teacher.

"Mr. Parry?"

Caleb nudged Pogue with his elbow, and Pogue blinked up at Mr. Polska.

"Any thoughts on the story, Mr. Parry?"

Pogue didn't even know what story Polska was talking about. "No. Not really."

Polska sighed. It wasn't worth his time hassling an answer out of Pogue. He turned his attemtion to somebody else, which Pogue was thankful for.

When the bell rang, Pogue gathered his stuff and shoved it back into his bag. Another hour wasted. Pogue slowly worked his way down the steps and towards the door.

Polska cleared his throat and said, "Mr. Parry, a moment please?"

Pogue reluctantly went over to Polska's desk.

"As you well know, your grades have been slipping dramatically." Polska clasped his hands together.

Of course Pogue knew his grades were slipping, not that they had ever been great. They had been going downhill for months now. And he didn't even care.

"At the request of your parents, you have been assigned a tutor."

Pogue tried not to roll his eyes. Like a tutor was going to help anything.

"Here's the room number of your tutor." Polska handed Pogue a slip of paper with a dorm number written on it. "You need to visit your tutor by the end of today so that the two of you can set up regular meeting times."

Pogue glanced at the paper as he walked out of the classroom. Room 209. It wasn't too far from his own dorm, not that he was going to stop by there anyway. Pogue crumpled the paper and let it fall out of his hand and onto the ground.