Thread: Tutoring Sessions (Celebrfan and Frogger)

It was a typical Monday, just like any other. School began promptly at nine, the bell ringing loud and clear for all to hear. The bustling of students followed soon after, friends exchanging last minute gossip before heading to homeroom. Laughter could be heard here and there, most likely the result of some poor victim at the hands of a bully. It wasnt long before the hallways grew quiet, girls settling into their seats reluctantly, boys with nonchalance. One girl in particular stood out, though not because she was more interested in class than the others, but because ofwell, her appearance, her stature. Everything about the girl was simplydifferent. Stella Alvarez, a beauty beyond comprehension. Her features were like that of an exotic goddess, her hair dark waves flowing down her shoulders. Caramel skin told of the many afternoons she spent in the blazing sun. Her eyes were a deep, mesmerizing brown that touched any soul, and her lips werewell, pure temptation. Though her clothes were big and a tad baggy, her body couldnt be hidden. Breasts full and lush, hips wide, legs long and slender, she was truly sinbut in a physical form. Many guys want her in a relationshipand in less pure ways, but never did anyone summon the courage to ask. It was as though she was out of anyones leagueeven the jocks. Maybe she was, and maybe she wasnteither way, she never really cared. Such social standards were never on her radar. It was just a bother. Now then, classToday we are going over World War Two. Mr. Anderson came in through the door, already adjusting his glasses before blinking his eyes. I know we just finished the Civil War, but we have to be ready for the upcoming exam. Please flip your textbooks to page sixty-five. Also take out your homework from last night, for we will be going over it here in a few minutes. His hand smoothing over dark gray hair, then both hands doing the same thing to his gray suit, his eyes scanned the class. A frown began tugging at his lips. Nothing but silence followed his instructions, only for fifteen pairs of eyes to land and lock- onto him. There wasnt very many papers out on desks, but at least everyone was readyat least, almost everyone. Mr. Andersons eyes narrowed. Miss. Alvarez, Id like to speak to you after school, if you dont have any practice Oh, I think this matters just a tad bit more. I expect you here promptly at three-thirty That gives you plenty of time to get here, I believe. Dont you think so? Without waiting for a response, he turned back to the chalkboard behind him, already writing out the main points to be discussed. It wasnt unusual for him to single her outbut it was a bit unusual for him to do so right at the beginning of class. It foretold that today was not going to be a good daynot to mention there was going to be a late of homework tonight. Now thenEmily, please start reading off page sixty-five for the class. Once at the end of the paragraph, pick someone to read where you left off. Class went by relatively fast, with little to no commotion. Stella went to the rest of her classes, not dreading the appointmentbut not looking forward to it either. After six long, excruciating hours, the bell finally rang for the last time, signaling the end of classes. The young girl rose from her seat, picking up her bag and heading out the door. It did take only five minutes to get to her History teachers office yet she didnt want to go in. A sigh escaping her lips, she opened the door, which creaked open much like a haunted house would do. Hello? Im herefor our appointment?