As Willow sat in the back of the class, after being handed back her paper, a soft sigh fell from her lips. This was one of three classes she was already failing in and she was only half way through the semester. Okay, so some times her friends and parties were the excuse. But honestly, she tried her hardest to study it wasn't her fault she could be so easily persuaded, so was young after all. History, of all the topics. Who really cares for the past anyways? Shouldn't she be looking into her future. The only plus side to History was that her teacher was quite good looking for someone whom had an interest in boring stuff. Perhaps there could be a way for her F, to become at least a B- or a C+. Her eyes lit up instantly at the thought. Her eyes shifted around her classmates, back to the front not really listening to his lecture, until she heard her name being called. "Sorry, sir. Can you repeat the question please?" she aked timidly. "I-I'm not sure I understand," her cheeks reddened with embarrassment. He repeated the question and she tried to answer, but noticing the look upon his features knew it wasn't correct. The bell rang, and she was met with relief. Willow waited til she was the only one left and slowly sauntered closer towards the front of the class. "Sir, if it's alright with you. Is there any chance I could have one-on-one lessons? I might learn better that way," she suggested innocently with a soft smile gracing her features.
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