Like usual, I was having trouble school. I wasn't surprised by this. I had been having trouble in school since we moved. The only class I always had an A in was Writing. I know, shocking.
Mr. Wilkens said, "Okay, class dismissed. Dylan and Laura stay." I rolled my eyes and stayed sitting in my chair till everyone left.
Once everyone had left, only me, Dylan Roberts, and Mr. Wilkens were left. Mr. Wilkens said, "Dylan, Laura has been having trouble in Calculus. Would you mind tutoring her?"
Dylan smiled slightly, "No I wouldn't mind." Great, a tutor. Why did Mr. Wilkens have to give me tutor?
As I walked out of the class, Dylan asked, "So do you want me to come over your house to tutor or do you want to come over my house?"
I said, "Uh,my place is fine, if you don't mind."
He said, "No I don't mind. I always wondered something about you. Why do you always wear long sleeves?"
I turned bright red, but said, "Uh, I, uh, I have drawings on my arms that I don't want people to see."
He asked, "Can I see them?"
I quickly said, "No!"
He looked at me, "Why?"
I almost whispered, "They're personal."
He stopped me from walking, "Laura, I read your blog. I know what you go through. I have seen you getting bullied. I have even tried to stop it but I always get pushed away and punched in the face. Now c'mon we gotta get out to our cars unless you don't have one."
I said, "I don't have one."
He said, "Well we gotta get to my car." Tears were coming and I couldn't hold them back.