I have a hard time paying attention in class, so Mr. B thought it would be appropriate for me to have some extra help. That's right...some one-on-one time with the teach. Ugh, how lame. I don't understand why he couldn't just write me an "A" for his class so we both could carry on with our lives. I had cheerleading practice, I wanted to get my hair and nails done...I had a lot to do. "Can you just do the work for me?" I asked with a big smile. "I can't do the work for you, but m
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