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Timmy
Remedial, I hate that word, it's as if the whole system wants to make me feel like I'm more of an idiot then I already feel like. Remedial, the very word makes me feel like I'm inferior to everybody else, like I'm subhuman just because geometric symbols, greek letters, and random numbers dance in my head like a group of sugar plum fairies. But despite my hatred for it there it is on my schedule. Remedial Math, I can't think of a worse punishment except maybe Vicky, I shiver just at the thought of her name the hairs on the back of my neck standing on end. I walk to my class, well trudge, I get there only seconds before the shrill bell announces the beginning of class and I'm almost relieved that the only person in the room is me, even the teacher appears to be late.
I settle in a desk in the middle of the front row. As the minutes tick by I spastically arrange and rearrange the items on my desk. Finally after 10 grueling minutes of absolutely nothing the door opens and in walks , which is odd seeing as she's an office lady. She gives me a sickly sweet smile and proceeds to explain herself in a shrill voice which I believe shatters eardrums. "Hello , I'm so pleased to see you still hear, now as I'm sure you have tons of questions lets just start by saying that in this particular class you will not have a teacher, per say." The woman must've seen my extremely pleased look, for she continued to talk, ruining my good time. "You see instead you will be given a tutor, this person will not only teach you, and give you homework but they will also be in complete charge of you in this period. I along with several of our teachers here feel that this may be the last chance for you to understand Arithmetic and as you already know the person teaching you we feel you might be more motivated to actually learn and pay attention." I look at her completely flabbergasted What kind of school would support this decision? I thought to myself and when the door opened and she stepped in I knew the answer Of course, a school that wants me dead by graduation.
Of course it just had to be her, standing by the front door hands on her hips she continued to give me a glare rivaling any her sister could have concocted. It wasn't just down right frightening but it also seemed to convey some sort of message as if it was all my fault that whatever nutjob came up with this idea also chose her to be the one to teach me. As Tootie's sneer deepened and left without saying a word I realized that I just might die today. I tried to break the ice "Hey Tootie" I said smiling at her and of course she didn't even twitch so I sighed and said "Look I get it ok? Me and you aren't exactly compatible at the moment and it's most likely my fault but you're supposed to be my teacher, and I know how much you love being smarter than basically everybody so can we just" I gesture vaguely "please?" I practically begged. She seemed to calm down, or at least her sneer wasn't as pronounced as it was earlier so that's a good sign, I think. She sighed and for the first time in almost three years Tootie Khan spoke to me. "Whatever" she said, and I swear I have never heard anything as beautiful as that single word.
I smiled as she sat beside me and rolled her eyes, I smiled even wider as she bent down into her backpack and got pre-made worksheets for me to do. She unceremoniously put the worksheets on my desk saying "Do these worksheets so I can tell how retarded you are" She said moving to the front then as I started on the sheet she turned saying "Oh and don't look at me, it's weird" I obey keeping my face pointed at the sheet. I get through the first problem with a fair amount of ease but it doesn't take long for the symbols to start swimming off the page, giving me a headache as I watch lines and dots arrange themselves in ways that wouldn't even make sense to Tootie. "What did I say about looking at me?" I hear yelled at me, I didn't even realize I was looking in her direction and I look back at my sheet and do the problems to the best of my ability, as numbers swirl in my head making fours look like fives and threes look like eights. I shake my head to try to clear the fog and continue to doggedly pursue answers to questions I can't even read correctly.
About 20 minutes later I'm starting to get a headache, I have made absolutely no headway on the worksheet and Tootie has yet to make a single movement or speak another word. I close my eyes and try to think of something, anything that'll stop the pounding in my head and the numbers and signs dancing in beat of the rhythm. My head hits the table and I can hear Tootie grunt, I can also hear her walk closer to me and the closer she gets the faster my heart beats. Before long I can feel her presence right above me and just when I start thinking that she's just going to stay like that until I have a heart attack she kicks my chair. "Get up idiot, if I have to watch you I'd rather watch you suffer than watch you sleep. My head hurts even more now and I can see in her face that Tootie doesn't care, the bell rings finally and I hand in the worksheet that only has one problem completed. I don't even look back at her while I leave, I really need to get to lunch.
A/N: I hope you enjoy the new chapter, and sorry about it taking so long but college is taking over my life. Anyway don't forget to press those three special buttons Like, Favorite, and Review.