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Maura, tutor – 26
Jane, student – 18
It was sixth period and Jane was ready to pull her own hair out. After listening to Mr Cheever the economics teacher babble on about god knows what, she focused her mind on hanging out with Frost after school.
Finally, the bell rings and Jane couldn't be faster out of her seat. It's only Monday, but she's already over it. Before she even reaches the door she's interrupted by the buzz of her phone.
won't be home until six.
Don't forget your new tutor will be there at four.
She sighs. I'm not a
kid anymore… And it isn't like I haven't been home by myself before.
Pausing for a moment, she shrugs and looks around. Coming down the hallway is Frost, smiling.
"Hey Jane, still up for the mall this afternoon?"
"Nah, I wish. Got a text from ma. She set up a session with some stupid tutor. If I miss it I won't hear the end of it. I'm so sorry. I'll make it up to you though. Tomorrow, after school – pizza?" She says hopefully, attempting to make up for bailing.
"Don't even worry about it. Good luck with tutoring and, hey, remember… you don't get the grades you need, she'll pull you out of baseball." Frost remarks, trying to refocus her.
Sighing once again, the words, "Don't remind me" leave her with a low growl. "See ya, Frost. Hope you find something good to do this afternoon. Bye"
Jane lives close enough to walk home, but today she gets the bus so she can swing by the shops and grab a soda. From there she dawdles home, with no real intention of being on time for this new tutor. After all, the last one she was set up with mumbled his words and probably hadn't showered in the past six years. How was anyone supposed to learn with that sort of distraction? Psyching herself up for it though, she too knew that if she couldn't keep a B- average, there was no way in hell she was going to be allowed to play baseball and that wasn't something she was willing to risk.
It's 4:05pm by the
time she gets home and has she walks along the path at the front of her house
she is almost startled by the figure waiting on the porch. Wearing a tight
black skirt and a green shirt. The woman's blonde hair actually glistened in
the sun. Approaching the front door, she stutters out the words, "C-Can I
help you?" Completely forgetting that this could in fact be her new tutor.
The woman smiles with the kindest eyes, and confidently holds out her hand. "My name is Maura Isles. I am waiting for Jane, I believe. I am her new tutor."
Slowly, Jane reaches out to shake the woman's hand, still quite mesmerised by the sight of her.
"Ah, yeah, that would be me." She says while looking aimlessly to the floor around her feet. "Those are some serious heels, you got on."
Maura chuckles politely before suggesting that perhaps they go inside.
Jane directs her to
the dining table. "Excuse the crap," she says pushing her little
brothers' video game cases and used napkins to the other side of the table.
Ever the honest, Jane continues on with, " I'll be honest, I haven't had
much luck with tutors in the past. I have to keep my grades up if I want to
play sport, but some of the people I've been set up with are just so… Let's
just say we haven't really gotten along."
Again, Maura smiles politely and says, "Not to worry. There's something to be said for finding the right teacher, and sometimes that just takes time." Her words almost put Jane at ease, which is unusual for someone she's just met. "Why don't you tell me what you subject you think needs the most work and we can start there?"
She's quite amazed at how calm and welcoming this woman's tone is. Usually people respond with a little more hostility to Jane. Looking around she says, "Probably Human sciences. It's just so mushy but they expect you to know everything there is to possibly know." She pauses, "Oh! What do I call you?"
Maura's face has lit up ever so slightly since the mention of Human sciences. "You can call me Maura, if you'd like. And Human Sciences and Biology were my favourite subjects at school, so I really hope that I can show you the enjoyment that I found in it."
Jane would usually
roll her eyes at such a blatantly nerdy remark, but there's something about the
woman before her that makes her supress this response. "Okay… well, I
guess that's an advantage. I really should warn though that I'm not exactly
that great at it." Pulling the giant textbook out of her bag, she dumps it
on the table before taking a seat. By this point, Maura is already sitting at
the table watching the younger girl's movements as she fumbles through her own
bag fetching a blank exercise book and her pencil case. She goes on to ask Jane
what topic they've been working on in class.
"We've been looking at the body's immunity response,"
"Immune response," Maura spurts out almost involuntarily.
"Yeah, that." Before she continues though, Jane notices that the tutor has written her name on the front of the exercise book. "You have a whole book for me?" She says, sounding a little surprised.
Without a moment's hesitation, the older woman responds with, "Yes, of course. I have a separate book for each of my students. It's way that I can review the topics we've covered or plan to work on with a minimal margin for error. And as we go on, I'll add books as needed."
"Trust me, I don't think we'll be needing more than one." As she says this, Maura's face develops a small frown.
"May I see your workbook, please?" She asks, ever so politely. Jane slides it over and watches as she begins to scan through the pages. Though the woman spends barely any time looking at each page, she is sure that she can actually her machine's turning in her tutor's head. Looking up with a slight sense of confusing conveyed on her face she says, "I see no reason for you to doubt your abilities. Your work is sound and I see no reason for you not to be able to maintain the marks you need, if not actually achieving much higher ones. Perhaps we should review your study habits."
At this Jane lets out a small laugh before rubbing the back of her neck nervously. "Ah yeah, that doesn't really happen. Besides, the teacher doesn't like me anyway."
Once again, showing a slight frown, Maura pulls out a sheet of study methods for Jane to review herself and pick which one she thinks might be the most beneficial for her.
Puzzled, Jane looks up at the woman and asks, "That's it. To look at the sheet for homework and that's it?"
"For today, yes. And I'll see you again on Thursday, and we can discuss the options you've chosen. For now, I will leave you to your afternoon and look forward to seeing you again." The woman, with her ever-so polite and pleasant composure , stands and gathers her things as Jane stares in awe of the fine figure. A smile creeps onto her face momentarily before she realises and quickly tries to put on her cool and calm façade again.
"Well, ah, thanks…"
"You're very welcome. I have no doubt that we'll work well together."