Right, so, this is just a starter. Don't learn too much here, just the basics.
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Leaning back, Helena kicked her heels against the legs of the chair in boredom. She was, yet again, in detention. She seemed to end up there every week, though she swore it was through no fault of her own.
"Helena," a voice sighed from the doorway. She glanced up to see her biology teacher, Mr. Bronston, standing there. "Back again? What are we going to do with you?"
"Forget you saw me and let me go?" she suggested. He laughed. "Nah, didn't think so. Ah well. I'm getting to know the school's Code of Conduct quite well from copying it out time after time," she joked.
"Not today, Helena," he interrupted. "Your Head of Year has decided that you need something to keep you occupied and out of mischief. We don't want you nearly blowing up the Science Block again because you were bored." She grinned at the memory. "Or painting the toilets red. For the fifth time. So you're going to become a Mentor and a tutor."
"What?" she gasped. "Are you joking?"
He raised one eyebrow. "I'm perfectly serious. Some of the reception children are struggling to read and write, and you will help them. As they progress onto maths, science and other subjects, you will also help them with these. Tutoring will take place on weekdays after school and at weekends. Breaks and lunchtimes will be spent in the lower playground, helping out, and you will also assist in extra-curricular activities in any way possible. In short, you're going to be spending an awful lot of time in the primary school."
Helena put her head in her hands and groaned. She hated kids!
"If I promise to never do anything wrong again, will you cancel it?" she begged.
"The punishment remains until you leave the school in two years time."
"What if I leave early?" She was clutching at straws but didn't care.
"You know full well that if you leave now you'll never get your grades as no other school would accept you with your record. Or college. I'd just accept it if I were you. You've been given enough chances, but this time you went too far. Detention isn't enough when people could have been hurt."
"When do I start?"
"Right away. Follow me please."
Groaning, Helena stood and walked out of the classroom. As she did, she watched her life for the next year fly away. She'd heard about being a Mentor and knew that it took up all your spare time, only just leaving space for homework to be completed. That was, if she ever bothered to do her homework. Her hobbies always seemed to take precendence. Like kickboxing, or playing with Sid, her snake. No, this was going to be hell.
When she saw the kid she was going to be tutoring, she was surprised. He was short, with blond hair and bluey-green eyes. When he saw her, he smiled and she saw that one of his front teeth was missing. He looked so cute and innocent. Though she'd never admit it, he'd won a place in her heart right then.
"This is Edward Anderson," Mr. Bronston said, shutting the door behind them. "He and another boy in his class are having difficulties, so you will be helping them."
Suddenly, the door clicked open behind them and a woman slipped in. She had mid-length, curly, chestnut hair and dark brown eyes.
"Sorry about that," she said, smiling at them both. Helena couldn't help her eyes from straying to her stomach, where she was obviously pregnant. "Had to take a call. So, is this her?"
"Yes, Mrs. Anderson. Helena Dragonavir."
Helena glanced at the lady's hand and saw that she while she wearing no rings, she hadn't bothered to correct Mr. Bronston either.
"I'll leave you to get acquantied, seeing as you'll be spending a lot of time together," he said, then left.
"Well, Helena, it nice to meet you," the lady said, reaching out her hand.
"It's Lena actually," Helena replied, shaking it.
"Yes, he didn't really get my name right either. I'm Emily Merchant."
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