Chapter Two:

Okay, you wouldn't believe me if I tell you that I made an enemy, a best friend, and became teacher's pet all on the first day. Well, I wouldn't either, because it isn't true. I did make an enemy, though.

First day of sixth grade was awful as Hell. I'm not kidding. Middle school sucked.

"Hey, nerd! Your mommy can't save you now, cause she ain't at the school," Travis smirked and raised a fist.

I started tearing up, and I caught his hand as it flew toward my face.

"Oh, is Little Tessy gonna cry? You can cry Tess. I won't go so hard on you if you cry," Travis patted me on the head.

"Of course my mom's not here! She has freaking cancer, stupid! She can barely breathe! I don't want her walking so much when she can barely breathe even standing up only. People like you make me sick!" What I said knocked the wind out of me.

"Tess, I'm sorry. I didn't know," he looked guilty. Good.

"Of course you didn't know! I didn't broadcast it in front of the whole freaking school! You've picked on me since we were in first grade! I'm done with it! I'm done!" I shouted. Everyone stared at me. I ducked in the safety of my own locker and prayed that it wouldn't happen again.

"Tesserae Fields! This is the vice principal speaking. Please report to the waiting room immediately," the speaker above head boomed.

I ran to the office only to find several other people there.

Twenty minutes later and my name was called.

"Yes, Mrs. Truncheon?"

"I need you to tutor a student, Tesserae," I nodded and agreed.

"Which student?" I asked because they better be pretty stupid if they're asking a sixth grader to tutor them on that sixth grader's first day.

"Connor Brooks. He's a seventh grader, but his average is in fifth grade level. He needs tutoring a in Math, and your average is One-Ten. You can do Math at the level of an eighth grader. Do we have a deal, Tesserae?" I nodded.

"When will meet up?"

"Today right after school. Tutoring sessions are for an hour," I left to my first class.

"Alright class. What is the answer to this equation?

2(13)+6/2-13.

In that order. Don't use PEMDAS," it's obviously three.

"That's easy," Daisy blurted.

"If you believe that this problem is easy, then what is the answer, Daisy?"

"Sixteen, duh!" WRONG AND WAY OFF!

"Actually Daisy, that is incorrect. The answer is three," I corrected her.

"Correct, Tess," Mr. Pock congratulated.

"How is it three? I was thirteen off! Ugh!" Daisy screeched.

"The answer will be three whether you use thirteen or two or sixteen or even zero. Because if you at the end, by following the steps of the equation, the answer will always be three. No matter what, the fact of it is: the answer will always be three. You used PEMDAS, which is why you got the problem wrong," I explained.

"Keep your stupid voice to yourself!" Daisy shouted.

"If it's so stupid, then why did I have a one-hundred and ten average in fifth grade, and a one-hundred and ten average today. What's your average, Daisy!" The class howled and 'ooooh'ed

She muttered something.

"What was that?" I said.

"I said 73! So?" I laughed.

"So don't call me stupid, stupid!" The rest of the day was boring.