For years you have been teased, insulted, picked on, embarrassed, and called every single name in the book. But only a month ago all that stopped, giving you more time to focus on the secret project you have been working on since your middle school years.
Finally, only a few more weeks left of high school, and then you get to start your life-long dream. Travel the seas in your houseboat for a year, then come back to land just in time to start college.
As the school ends for another weekend, you walk to your locker. Seeing all the posters for prom, limo, and tux rentals for the weekend after the next, made you really want to go. But then you weren't going to do much there, anyways, except stand around watching everyone else dance and be happy together.
You stop at your locker, opening it, putting in books and taking out notes for studying this weekend. "Hi, ," says a voice coming behind you. Turning around, you come face to face with Mariah, the most popular girl in the school, smiling back at you.
She was a little shorter than you. Her light milky skin, long raven hair (which she always like to have in a pony tail), green eyes, and 36b breasts always got a man's attention. She wore a blue jean skirt with a white t-shirt with a black cat in the center, white socks and white K-Swiss. Turning back to your locker, still remembering what she, her boyfriend, Chad, and their friends did to you a month ago.
"Oh, Mariah," you say in a disappointed voice. "Hi."
"Listen , I know you and I don't really get along or anything but... ummm... I know how smart and nice you ar..."
"What do you want?" interrupting her.
"It's not what I want, but more like what I need."
"What could you need from me?"
"I need you to tutor me in Biology, and Algebra, and English, and...History." Turning around giving her a quizzical look, then turning back to your locker. "Please ," she says with a pouted tone. "For me? If you do this for me, then I'll make it worth your while." Placing her hand on your shoulder, trying to show affection to you.
"You have nothing that I want," you say, closing your locker and passing her hand away, "or need." Throwing your back pack over your shoulder, you continue, "Now if you excuse me, I'm very busy. I have a lot work ahead of me this weekend." Turning away from her, you head toward the school exit.
Running behind you, she grabs your arm, turning you back. "Please ," she begs. "You are the only one that can help me." |