Thread: Out of School Lessons (Niah & Bevatoria)

But you already have money! A disgruntled voice whined through Ally Michaels' cellphone. She was currently stepping outside of her front door, intending to head towards her first tutoring session. Her best friend Miranda was currently trying to talk her out of it, but to no avail. No, I have my parent's money! This is earning my own, which I can then use how I like. Plus this will look great on my college applications. It shows initiative, responsibility, entrepreneurship and lets people know that I care about helping others. Ally replied defiantly. Since when Mother Theresa? Miranda responded. Since always... and you know... since... I was told to up my out of school and extra curricular activities to impress more schools. Ally admitted. And there it is. Miranda replied with a satisfied tone. Shut up! It earns me money, helps me get into college and stops another kid from flunking out of school. I don't see how you have a problem with this. Ally said as she began to skip down the steps that led up to the entrance of her house. My problem is that I have my dad's credit card and no one to go shopping with! Miranda began to whine again. What happened to your card? Ally asked as she walked down the circular driveway and towards her white Audi TT. Got cancelled again. Miranda replied nonchalantly. You know you have a problem, right?! Ally said as she clicked the button on her keys to unlock the car. I know! So how about you come teach me the value of money, instead of some loser high school maths! Slipping into the car, Ally shook her head and placed her work folders onto the passenger seat. The most distinguished scholars in the world couldn't teach you the value of money Miranda. Best advice I can give is try not to get your dad into debt and don't buy anything with rhinestones on. Makes you look like a cheap stripper imitating a disco ball, love you. Ally ended, before hanging up the phone and placing it into her handbag. She rolled her eyes a little, clipping herself in and then starting her engine. The address that she needed was already programmed into her GPS and so finding her destination shouldn't be a problem. The young woman had decided to try her hand at tutoring, as the deadline for college applications was due to rear it's ugly head this year. She had excellent grades and didn't see why she couldn't try and impart some of her knowledge onto students that weren't doing as well. So she had approached her principle with the idea of starting up a school tutoring program. The tutors would still get paid and be expected to teach their clients in their free time, just like adult tutors. However it would be organised through the school to ensure safety. After all you didn't want complete strangers trying to convince teenagers to visit their house in order to tutor a child that might not even exist. This way the school could vet everyone involved and make sure that those asking for tutoring were genuine. Last week she had been informed that a couple had been in contact on behalf of their son. Ally had yet to meet the allusive boy himself though, so today would be their first encounter. She didn't know much about him, other than his grades needed picking up. Pulling away from the large European style manor that she called her home, Ally began the twenty minute journey to his house. Needless to say that Ally led a very privileged life. The eighteen year old's house was positioned in the most upper class part of town and her parents both held jobs that earned a substantial amount of money. Her mother in the world of politics, her father CEO of his own self made company. The girl wanted for nothing and it showed. Growing up around such successful parents only pushed her to try and reach the same level of success. She was destined for an ivy league school and her determination to get there was fierce. Her parents had raised a very strong willed, no nonsense type of young woman. The end of her journey landed Ally in quite a nice, average suburban neighborhood. Which didn't necessarily surprise her, after all if you can afford to get your child a private tutor, then she supposed that you'd have to earn at least a somewhat decent wage. Though it was still quite small compared to her own upbringing, not that this bothered her in the slightest. Parking up, Ally grabbed her folder and walked up the pathway towards the front door. It was quite a nice day and so the young girl found herself wearing a white, see-through, lace shirt dress accompanied by a white under dress. It was accessorized with a brown belt, matching ankle boots and around her neck was a low hanging, turquoise, beaded necklace. She had a few top buttons undone so the necklace could be seen clearly, however her chest was completely covered and so she was still left looking modest. Her long brown hair had been allowed to remain loose and flowed past her shoulders, as she allowed a friendly smile to come across her face when kocking upon the door. Good first impressions and all that, she didn't want to start off on the wrong foot.