Lovesick Girl
Chapter 4: Your Best Friend, I Mean Tutor
Tuesday, September 3, 2013 AF

So my mind is absolutely racing even before putting pen to paper and writing a diary entry there's just so much. I learned so much today and it's going to be hard to write everything down but I believe this new place is slowly starting to fall into place. I think. Let me see if what I write just about now proves it.

So the school year officially started in Doki Doki High with actual lessons and the first lesson was Math and when I heard the Math teacher introduce himself I think I gulped even though every other student in the class just glared and that I think made me the single most emotional student in the classroom which is literally the opposite of the first impression that I was going for but let's move on. The man had no beard, looked a lot older than what he actually was and most notably, had silvery hair in a style that spoke "I'm about to stab someone".

But what did he introduce himself as? Well, I'll let you be the judge of that: "Welcome back, all the old students, and for the new students, I must introduce myself: I am Sectumsempra Samsung, your Math teacher, and this will easily be the least fun class of them all. And especially hotshots who just came in and think they rule the place will especially not have it easy."

"Yo, Samsung, you just said 'especially' twice in one sentence!" shouted a boy whose manners easily placed him in middle school rather than high school and I suppose that was intended to lighten the mood but it didn't. So Mr. Samsung "I don't know who you are but you just distracted me from my real target here and an even more cruel human being would replace my real target with you but luckily I have manners." and everyone including myself wondered who the target would be and if it would be them and that made everyone afraid. And I was trying to act cool but everyone could tell I was afraid and I hated it so, so much.

He was really onto me and was going to call me to the whiteboard I just knew it and I knew it. But then, the instant rush of adrenaline was replaced with that of the calmness hormone I think it was dopamine when Mr. Samsung instead uttered the name: "Skepness Man Beauregarde. Please come to the table and solve the equation I'm about to write."

Skepness Man Beauregarde was dressed in purple and he had a feather in his hair and I didn't know what the deal with him was neither but now I wasn't focused on that because first I wanted to get to the bottom of this whole Samsung thing and I had a clue and I was not letting go. But also I was not being let go from the classes before they ended so I watched.

Mr. Samsung wrote something really complicated and made Skepness Man solved and he solved. That's it that was the entire lesson literally nothing of note happened until the bell I tracked. Nothing of use was being taught (unless there was actually something to be learned in the thing that Skepness Man was solving) and literally the guy who spoke out was not being made an example of instead the entire punishment was directed towards someone who had just shown up for school like myself.

I was too terrified to interrupt and I assume the entire class thought the same so I had to play the obedient student here. I took out a notebook that is specifically designated as the Never Look Back Notebook and guess what it does. You guessed right I write notes on it and then I never look back at them and that helps me forget them but that also helps me make a good impression whenever a teacher or a particularly annoying teacher's pet looks over my shoulder. And I've gotten so good at copying notes without even paying attention to what my pen is doing so I could actually look over the entire classroom and see if it had any other notable individuals.

That's when my gaze was immediately directed towards a schoolgirl with the same sort of silvery hair as Mr. Samsung but it was long and she had quite the... body and she was really hot and pretty like that other girl from the other story. But this was no time to accidentally discover that I'm a lesbian and that Vivian was wrong about "my boyfriend" all along this was the time to observe what sort of things the other students were doing and focusing on the entire class all at once is impossible so I focused on one particular student and her mood. And her mood was bored because she wasn't taking any notes so I wondered what she was going to do.

She decided to pull out a spare sheet of paper and write something on it but it obviously wasn't notes because it didn't even sync up with Skepness Man's thought process and writing process or anything. And then she attempted to discreetly pass it to pretty much everyone who surrounded her but there were no takers. And to be honest if I sat any closer to her I would have been a taker because I also was desperately looking for an escape. Mental note: sit closer to her during Math lessons.

And then she was caught because of course she was. Her glance met with Mr. Samsung's and she immediately stopped passing the paper around and put it right into her notebook and started writing on an empty page of the notebook instead. And right then and there Mr. Samsung deathglared at her. "Sophia Severity Samsung, what exactly do you think you're doing?" he said as though she wasn't even related to him and just some stranger even though literally everyone could hear the last name connection.

"Taking math notes?" I couldn't see from this angle but the dutiful thing to do was to copy what Skepness Man was doing and that's what I continued to do as I observed this entire conundrum and that's what I assume Sophia was doing.

And after a whole bunch of minutes of nothing except for me learning that both Mr. Samsung and Sophia exist the bell rang and we proceeded to our next lessons. And they were rather jarring changes of mood from Math. Like I could feel the sort of whimsical that Creative Emogal was projecting back when she did the school tour and I think it's pretty obvious who Creative Emogal hired and who had to stay on board because the entirety of Doki Doki High was sponsored by this Samsung family.

And then I was about to go home but the source of whimsy Creative Emogal personally showed up in front of me and prevented me from leaving the school building. "Hey sorry to bother you Madeline but both me and Guidance Counselor Doombly looked into your problems and we decided to assign you a tutor!" and I "My 'problems' are byproducts of how Baldur's Gate deals with students. They do not need solving." but Creative Emogal did not move one bit and I was forced to concede and turn around and be guided into a meeting room and another girl was guided too but I didn't look at her at first.

The meeting room had a whole bunch of chairs and one could only presume that usually the meetings would have a whole bunch of people but this meeting had only two people and neither of them sat where the president or secretary or whatever of the meeting would have sat we just kind of took seats so that we would be facing each other and we would be relatively close together so that we could exchange physical objects.

And when I finally took a look at the girl I immediately recognized who she was and I was shocked to my core and I wouldn't be able to say anything and that meant that she had to rescue the situation. "Does the hair color immediately project power or something? Yeah sorry about that! I would dye my hair but there are absolutely no hair dye colors except for this one available where I live and even if I did manage to locate hair dye somewhere else I'd probably be refused entry into the family highrise. So, we'll just have to move past it and onto your problems!"

"You're my tutor?" I finally blurted out and the girl "Do you actually know me? Please say who you think I am and if it's actually me I'm terribly sorry!" and I could instantly recall the name. "Sophia Severity Samsung, most likely related to the Math teacher Sectumsempra Samsung." and the girl "...yup that's me and he's my father but I promise that me dealing with you will be nothing like him dealing with his students! Or him dealing with me, for that matter. So what are your problems?"

That was my precise cue to tell her to get lost and that I don't need a tutor but nicely. "My 'problems' have been artificially created due to an unethical science experiment being performed on me alongside my old school not knowing how to deal with it. I'm fine." I emphasized but Sophia was relentless. "Yeah that's what you were originally recorded to be saying to Guidance Counselor Doombly but that doesn't negate the fact that you have objectively measurable problems!" and her dealing with the matter looked exactly like her father's so far.

"And what do you plan to do about them?" I asked and Sophia's expression immediately changed. She took another spare sheet of paper and wrote something very brief on it and passed the paper to me. And there was a sentence full of letters alright only those letters refused to arrange themselves into words. So I took the paper and then pretended like the paper exchange didn't happen since I assume that's what Sophia wanted to do and that was the only sensible approach.

"You know, academic perfection can take a lot of forms. One could say that scoring perfectly on a quiz is academic perfection or that scoring better than any other student is academic perfection or that getting a scholarship for your favorite university is academic perfection. And in the end you have to pick a definition, whether it's any of the three or none of the three. And then, you have to charge! Just like a state-of-the-art Samsung Galaxy electronic device has to charge to 100%, you have to charge and achieve your dreams, whatever you have decided they are." and I "Sophia, are you just reciting corporate propaganda at this point?"

Sophia only did a cute little laugh that was obviously from a storage room full of cute little laughs ready to be sold to consumers. "Oops! You definitely caught me! We'll talk about your tutoring program next time we meet up. How is your schedule outside of school?" and I "Well I have a part-time job at a maid doll café but that's about it." and Sophia positively gasped.

"Well if you keep attending that job something good might happen there! See ya!" and she did a cute little wave from a cute little wave storage room and I was honestly feeling a little bit sick as I left. And as I walked to my maid doll café job I was wondering what she meant and as I was doing the job I was wondering what she meant and even as I am at home writing this diary entry I'm still wondering what she meant. And even after I write the usual sign-off I'll still be wondering what she meant.

Yours truly, Madeline Myers.