A shrill voice echoed in her mind, bouncing of its walls like some sort of broken record. “I can’t believe you! I’m so disappointed in you! Angela Joan Kesley-Kirkland, please tell me how you even managed to fail History. Current World History!” A sigh—because she knew that her mother had a point. She had to get her act together. But really. She could be nicer about it. At least the scolding was done over the phone. God knows it would have been ten times worse in real life.
There was someone she thought of immediately upon hearing the word tutor, a word that her mother had repeated countless times during that unpleasant conversation. The reason for her unusual presence in the library. Her gaze swept over the scene, before zoning on the familiar head of platinum blond. Gill Gallucci probably didn’t even know who she was, which made the entire thing all the more awkward. Her shoes made no sound on the thick carpet as she made her way to his table. The sound of a throat being cleared, and then said in a soft voice, “Hello…”
