The next day at school was quite possibly even worse than the previous day. All the teachers ignored her completely, like she was the plague, and when required to say something to her, they would talk very slowly and loudly and make sure that their mouths were easy to read. Lara found this amusing after a while and began to play along with it all, even though she was always near the boiling over point of frustration.
Lara never knew how much she hated music teachers until she stepped into the music room for the first time. The music teacher thought that theory was all that she was capable of, and that Lara could never possibly play an instrument properly. That infuriated Lara. While all the other kids would go into the other music room and play their designated instruments, Lara and Curtis Danko would sit in the Theory room and write sheet after sheet of complete gibberish on Scales and Triads and Notes that Lara could have done in her sleep if she tried. So instead, Lara found herself failing music miserably, along with English. Whenever she sat down and tried to write a story, she found half way through her assignment that it would be much too dark, disturbing, or cynical to hand in to the teacher, so she'd keep what she had and not hand anything in. After a few days, however, she became spiteful towards her English teacher and she began writing the most disturbing stories she could think of that was inside the guidelines she had been given, and then she'd hand it in to her. She stopped failing English very quickly after that, and was given a passing grade, with a note scribbled down telling her to write less disturbing stories so that her teacher could give her a higher mark.
Up until Mid-October, Lara had made absolutely, positively, no attempt to make friends with anyone, not even Curtis Danko. However, the inevitable occurred one day; she was forced to deliver his homework to him one day after school, after he was absent. Lara could honestly say she wasn't nervous, scared, or dreading dropping off his homework, after all, she saw him almost seven days a week, whether it was at school, or at night, when she played her violin. Either way, she was going to see him, so it truly was no big deal. After slipping through the ivy covered gate, she walked up to the gate, suddenly feeling restless, and fighting the urge to turn around and run to her house and into her bed under the covers. Instead, she held her head high and gently banged the heavy brass knocker against the tall wooden doors. No sooner then she had let go of the knocker had the door swung open and Curtis Danko appeared a foot away from her, pale and as gaunt as ever, but no sign of illness showed upon his features. Lara gently handed him a short note saying 'Homework, sorry' on it to him, then handed him the books she had been carrying. He nodded goodbye to her, then in a deep voice asked tentively after staring at her for a few seconds;
"Would you want to…to come in?"