"I'll cut to the chase. Phoenix is close to failing my class," my history teacher said to Elizabeth. A few weeks had passed, and the end of the first semester was near. After seeing my preliminary report card, Elizabeth was called to a parent-teacher conference, and this was the reason.
"She seems like a bright kid, and I think her past amnesia might be affecting her grades in my class. I don't want to count her out yet, so I wanted to talk to you about it first," my teacher continued.
"What can we do at this point?" Elizabeth asked. My teacher sighed as I shifted awkwardly in my seat.
"I'd say, get her a tutor to help her catch up, and dedicate at least an hour a day to studying the material," my teacher suggested.
"Do you have a tutor in mind?" Elizabeth asked. By her tone of voice, you would think someone was telling her I only had six months to live.
"There's a exceptional student in my senior class who just transferred here. Torin Rogers. Maybe you can get his contact information and see if he'd be willing to tutor Phoenix," he answered. That caught my attention.
"Torin? Torin is good at history?" I blurted before I could stop myself. My history teacher smiled slightly.
"It seems, Phoenix is already familiar with him. Call him and see if he'd be willing to help," he said.
Leaving the school, Elizabeth let out a huge breath of relief as she pulled her hair out of the bun she had it in. Braden and I followed closely behind her. She ended up going to twice the amount of meetings because of me. The whole time, she was professional and motherly. I knew it probably exhausted her. Braden nudged me gently.
"How were your meetings?" He asked.
"To be expected, except in history," I admitted.
"Phoenix, call that boy and see if he'll tutor you. Braden, I don't feel like driving," Elizabeth said as she pulled her keys out and tossed them to her son. I nodded to her as she got in the passenger side. I called Torin in the car and he gladly agreed. The first order of business would be to sit down with Elizabeth and create a plan for me.
Shortly after arriving to the house, the doorbell rang. I opened it to see Torin smiling and waving at me. I let him in and led him to where Elizabeth was waiting in the living room. I told Braden he didn't need to be there, but he insisted.
"Hi, I'm Torin," he introduced himself. Elizabeth offered him a seat before they started talking about me. After about ten minutes, they'd agreed on the times and a price. Torin would tutor me every day after school for at least an hour. Elizabeth, being the sweet person she was, wanted to pay him a hefty price for it. After everything between them was settled, I took Torin up to my room where we'd be studying.
"So you really do live with that Braden kid," Torin said absentmindedly as he looked around my room.
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