Hope within Misery - 3

HOPE WITHIN MISERY

~TEACHER~

It was pretty easy to find my class.
It had a bulletin board filled with radical signs.

And of course a plate that said ‘math’

Well at least I already found where my locker is. Everything was done. I was absolutely prepared.
Remember, Locker G14

G14….

Don’t forget G14….

"Miss Davis!"
The teacher shouted at me.

On my first day
Great…

"Miss Davis, would you stop dawdling at the doorway and explain how you are 30 minutes late."
I wasn’t late. At least, I thought I am.

Then I glanced at the wall clock conveniently placed at the center of my sight.
And yes I was late.

Very late

"I’m truly sorry Ma’am, but I got lost."

Then she looked confused "Got lost?"

Isn’t it clear that I got LOST? Sheesh! People, it’s called common sense.

"Yes, I had a little trouble getting here."

Despite my UNCLEAR apology, her face smoothed out. Thank goodness.

"Well then, consider this a warning Miss Davis" then she clapped her hands "Aright, let’s continue the discussion, shall we?"
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So I found out that my teacher’s name is Mrs. Rivers.

Well, she was kind after all. Maybe it was just high blood pressure. She was old. In her fifties.
I kinda feel sorry for insulting her. Even if it was mentally. Still, it was an insult.

The class was okay. My teacher was good at what she does.

The students, well they kept glancing at me like I’m an alien of some sort.

Guess I’m the ‘New girl’.
Again.

After class was over, Mrs. Rivers called me.

"Miss Davis, can I talk to you for just a moment?"
What could she possibly want?

"Sure"

"It’s kind of hard, coming from me to ask you this, but I really need you to do something."

"Something like what?"

"I read your profile Claire, (that was the first time she called me by my first name) and your grades are outstanding, especially in math. And I need you to help me. Help me teach."

She lost me. "I don’t understand."

"One of my students is failing. And he has potential. He is smart, but he needs help. And I can’t do it. He won’t listen to me. I need you to help him by tutoring. Today he even cut class!"

I was astounded by her voice. It was so full of emotion.

Mrs. Rivers cared for her students; I understood that.

But me, tutor?

That’s just plain crazy.

"Mrs. Rivers I’m not sure I can do that. I have never tutored before." I said

It was a lie. I did tutor before. But it was a next door neighbor. And she was 3 years younger than me.

"Please" she pleaded. "You’re his only hope"

Then my heart crashed and my breathing stopped altogether.

I had not meant to say it but it came out still.
"You really care, don’t you?"

"Yes. Very much."

I took a deep breath. Might as well accept.

"I’ll do it."

It was for extra credit of course.

Well not really.

"Oh thank you! Thank you so much! I owe you." Then she hugged me.

"No you don’t. I’m doing this because I want to." which is partly true.

My caring teacher was so inspiring, I just couldn’t say no.

Where was free will when you need it?

Oh I remember. It’s hiding.

And I suck at hide and seek.

"So… who am I going to teach?"

"Mitchell" was her only reply.
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