One thing: OMG! I uploaded wrong chapter O_O
By the way, that was from As the Past Dig Up ;)
but here is the NORMAL CHAPPY
Chapter 3
I looked down. It was really bad, my parents chalk-white faces and the teacher talking non-stop about how I didn't listen to the lessons and how I was oblivious to everything around me. She mentioned my low skills in communicating with friends, and of course my grades printed. Black ink on white paper.
That evening Deidei came to me, but I couldn't stop feeling depressed. I didn't cry, I didn't laugh. I just sat there feeling that feeling, almost indescribable. It's like the the stomach is munching something, or someone put ice in my stomach. It was the feeling of depression and uneasiness.
"Pandora."
I sat up, shifting my gaze towards the person calling me by my whole name for the second time in my life, Deidara. He never called me Pandora, the one and only time he did so was the first time we met. He asked what my name was and I told him. When he heard it, he pronounced it slowly, pronouncing each letter clearly before deciding to call me something easier. He preferred to call me Dora.
"Don't cry, I promise I'll help you, yeah. Actually, I am pretty good at school, though it doesn't seem so, hm," he said, offering me a small smile.
I thought about it. Deidei. Could he help me? I never knew he did well at school.
"Promise me?" I asked under my breath, almost silent.
"Of course!" He said. Then he cheered me up with some of those adventures of his, each one of them feeling magical. I never imaged he could be such a person, doing this much while I on the other hand was a boring girl doing not a thing. I haven't even eating that lot of sweets before we went together to the shop and bought a big bag of sweets.
Deidei never broke promises. He always kept them, he helped me out with my homework. He told me where to find the answers, he showed me how to do the maths and explained the science. The next semester my grades improved a whole lot. It was enough to make the teacher get a great shock, and of course my parents after the last embarrassing meeting.
My parents thought I finally understood the importance of the school, that I finally started working hard to get good grades and get into a great collage. It's not like that, or maybe some part, but it's mostly because of Deidei. I love hearing him explain to me, I love him making me understand things. I love him teaching me, making me remember, making me try.
He was such a good teacher. After some while, I understood more and more myself and eventually didn't need his help anymore. Thanks to him, I learnt that lot and became a girl who could do something right, who was good at school. That dragged some attention to me at the start when we found out that my grades were good enough to be the class' fourth in ranking.
Though I'll never forget that it's all thanks to Deidei.
