“Class dismissed”
A split second after the announcement, the once quiet room was now filled with noises of chair legs scratching against the wooden floor, shuffling of papers and books, and the happy chatters of students who were probably making plans as the long-awaited weekend was finally here. The school bell rang a few seconds later and Claire stood up before stacking her notebooks and books. A few classmates bothered to wave goodbye in her direction and she responded with a small hesitant smile.
It was the first weekend of the school year and most students were suffering from severe summer vacation hangover. The weather was great, too— just enough sun so that it’s warm and the breeze was not as dry as the usual. So it was pretty much the perfect time to make plans, catch up and just enjoy the short calm before the storm.
Claire had no plans, though.
“Miss Miller”
She looked up from her desk and raised her eyebrows in question. After spotting her homeroom teacher’s eyes looking at her, she knew that she was the one who called her.
“I need you in the office”, Mrs. Myers told her before finally walking out of the room, her heavy textbooks pressed against her chest.
“Hey hey”
She craned her neck to look at her best friend since childhood, Jessica. She was an Asian-American and had really soft baby-like features. “Hey, Jess”
“Why is Mrs. Myers calling you to the office?”
“I don’t know”, she shrugged. “We’ll see”
After quickly arranging her books in her backpack and waving goodbye to Jess, she made her way to the faculty office. Students were going in the direction of the building’s exits so Claire was pushing against the traffic of warm clammy bodies.
By the time she was closing the office door, she was sweating a little and sighing in relief. She then turned around and spotted Mrs. Myers sitting in her assigned cubicle.
“Ah, Claire”
She smiled politely. “Do you need me for anything, Mrs. Myers?”
“As a matter of fact, yes”, the teacher replied before turning her head to look at the corner of the office. “As the consistent top student in your batch, I’d like you to tutor one of our transferees”
Claire turned to look in the direction where Mrs. Myers’s gaze lay. She found herself looking at a boy her age, sitting on the couch in the small makeshift lounging area in the corner of the office. A glance was enough for her to know that he was one of those spoiled rich kids who don’t take their education seriously as they were already insured by the wealth their family has. He was dressed from head to toe in designer brands and was sitting as if he was in his living room. His expensive-looking leather sling bag sat on the dirty floor by his feet.
“Oh”, she mumbled.
“But only if it’s okay with you”
She looked back at her teacher. She could tell that Mrs. Myers expected her to take the task as she usually does.
“I mean…” she started to say. “Yes, I can do that”
“Great!” Mrs. Myers smiled and clapped her hands together. “Starting next week, he would need a two-hour session every Friday to go over everything that he’s struggling with”
“Everything?” with wide eyes, she asked, just in case she misheard. Tutoring for one class is hard enough, so she couldn’t imagine having to teach lessons from all the subjects if ever the situation called the need for it.
“Yes”, her teacher confirmed. “I understand that this might seem like a daunting task, which is why I wanted you specifically to do it. I know your capabilities”
“But—“
“Plus”, she interrupted. “You will be compensated at an hourly rate”
It seemed like Claire had plans on Fridays from now on.
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“Oh, right”
Her mother looked up from her bowl of beef stew to look at her, anticipating. She hummed to let her know that she was listening.
“I need to stay at school a few hours late every Friday starting next week”
“What for?” Her mother sat up straight and gently dropped her spoon on the table.
“I was hired as a tutor”, Claire replied. “Just for two hours a week. I took it, just thought it would be a good way to earn a little more extra allowance”
She heard her mom sigh and saw how her shoulders dropped. She almost looked disappointed in her but she knew that wasn’t the case. She knew that her mother was disappointed in herself. She always reacted like that, as far as Claire could remember, whenever the girl took the initiative to contribute to the household.
“Claire…” her mother started to say. “You know you really don’t have to do more than do well in school—“
“I know, mom”, she cut her off, holding up a palm. “You’re not getting any younger. I just don’t want you to stress yourself out too much, okay?”
The corners of her mother’s lips began to tug upwards. “I’m so lucky to have you”
“Oh, stop that drama”, she laughed.
It has always been the two of them, ever since she was 10. It’s been hard, no doubt. Her mother was blind in one eye, thus, it had been hard for her to land on a decent job. Claire also took the initiative to work part-time every now and then when she felt like she could handle a job and academic load at the same time.
They live at a unit in an old three-story apartment complex, on the top floor. Part of their ceiling would leak during thunderstorms and their landlady refused to pay for the expense to have it fixed since they were a few months behind on rent. It wasn’t exactly an ideal living situation but she and her mother were more than grateful to have at least a roof over their heads.
Claire thought about the transferee boy and how rich his family must be. She wondered how it would feel like to not worry about next week’s groceries and this month’s rent and credit card bills and allowance.
Catching herself being jealous of other people’s lifestyles, she quickly shook her head to clear out her thoughts. Gratefulness was one of her most valued virtues, as corny as she thought that sounded like, and she made a promise to herself to be always thankful.
“So, who’s this lucky student of yours?”
Claire immediately frowned. “Uhh, I haven’t talked to him yet. I don’t really know him, he’s a transferee”
“A transferee? In senior year?”
“Yeah”, she nodded. “I just saw him briefly at the teacher’s lounge while Mrs. Myers asked me to tutor him. He just left even before we could get acquainted”
“Well, what’s his name at least?”
“I think it was Ethan Gray Collins”, she replied, her eyebrows unconsciously furrowed in the effort of trying to remember. “—something like that”
“And make sure to return the book by Thursday next week”“Thank you”The girl smiled so Claire instinctively returned the gesture with a polite one. She was working behind the public library’s check-out counter for her shift today. Usually, she was the one who relentlessly puts away books or stacks them up for double-checking its borrower’s cards, which were too exhausting for her, so she liked working behind the counter more.“Claire”She turned around in her swivel chair and raised her eyebrows in question. “Hmm?”It was Katie, one of the public library’s part-timers, whom she happens to have the exact shift schedule with. They grew closer over the past few months, but not close enough to actually hang out outside work.
Claire felt lucky that in all her classes, she managed to secure a seat beside the window. It was also a good thing that even though seating arrangements were never official, everybody just had the initiative to always sit in the same spot they sat on during the first day of school.She looked out the window and inhaled, breathing in the smell of the late summer breeze accompanied by the faint aroma of baked bread and coffee from the café across the street. From this distance, one would think that being able to smell the pastries they serve would be unlikely but because she was a regular customer, her nose could pick up the familiar scent from miles away.Claire wanted to freeze time and just take a break like this, but no, she could never. Even though she was living in a small town, she was living a fast-paced life.“Anyway”, Mrs. Myers’s vo
“Thanks”, she mumbled before unfastening her seatbelt.“Yeah, sure”, Ethan replied. “Thanks for today, too”Claire gave him a small smile before hopping off his car. She felt intimidated during the short ride, not only because it was her first time a boy dropped her off but also because it would probably take her a lifetime to pay for his Lamborghini if ever she damaged anything in it.She gave him a small wave, although she wasn’t sure if he was looking out through the tinted window, before turning around and entering the apartment complex, sighing in exhaustion. It has been a long day for her since she was still not used to spending a few extra hours at school.“Hi, dear”Claire closed the door behind her and smiled at her mother. “Hi, mom&r
By lunchtime, Claire found herself sitting in a nearby café, across Stephanie, the gorgeous Hispanic girl that she had met in the library a few hours back. She held her large cup of black iced tea with both hands and took a small sip. Despite her protests, Stephanie insisted to pay for her.“How long have you been here?”Claire placed her cup on the table before looking up to meet her eyes. Tilting her head in thought, she replied, “Not that long. We moved here when I was ten, and I’m seventeen now”Stephanie nodded. She was about to respond when she was interrupted by the waiter with their lunch on a tray balanced with one hand. Both girls politely smiled as the waiter carefully set their utensils and plates on the table. When he was gone, Stephanie started eating her pasta, albeit, with poise.Cl
Ethan took another bite out of the chicken sandwich that she gave him, a satisfied smile dancing on his lips. For some reason, the boy managed to convince her to give him company. But she thought that it would be better to just stay put anyway rather than to aimlessly walk for the remaining minutes of the lunch break, looking for a secluded spot.“Why are you up here, anyway?” Claire asked. She then unwrapped the burrito that Ethan had given her in exchange for her sandwich. The familiar aroma told her that it was bought at the cafe across the campus. She had no idea why someone would give away a decent burrito for a cafeteria sandwich, but she was grateful for the lucky exchange.“Nothing”, he replied after swallowing. “I just feel like stepping away from the crowd today”“Cool”She did
“How did you get my number?”Then he laughed. In Claire’s memory, the familiar laughter brought warmth, but ten years later, it almost sounded frightening. She felt herself starting to shiver at the thought of being near her father— she grew to hate him more as each day passes, and she didn’t realize that until this moment.“It didn’t take long to convince your mother”She didn’t think that she could get even angrier than she already was, but she did, much to her surprise. She watched her father beat her mother senseless, but despite all that, her mother still loved him and a few buttered-up words from him can make her forget where her bruises and her scars came from.Claire hated that, too. She hated how much power a man has over her mother just because she loved him.
Claire pushed the cart while quickly reading the signs attached at the top of the bookshelves, indicating each section. As someone who has been working at the library for almost half a year now, she was expected to have memorized the entire layout of the library and navigate through them easily. But for some reason, she still had to rely on the signs most of the time.When she got to the history section, she grabbed the stack of history books from her cart and proceeded to arrange them on the shelves. The head librarian had assigned Katie to work at the counter today, so much to her dismay, and so she was stuck with shelving.After arranging her stack of history books, she glanced at her wristwatch. Claire had an hour left before her shift is over.“Claire”She turned to look at Katie, waving at her from the counter. The l
Claire yawned as she made her way to the exit of the school building. The cold wind rushed past and she tightened her scarf around her neck. Autumn passes by quickly, and since it was undoubtedly her favorite season, she hated that. The leaves of the trees turning into different shades of rust, yellow and brown adorned the streets, and she loved the smell of Pumpkin Spice lattes from the coffee shop across the campus.Having been reminded of this, Claire then made a mental note to herself to pick up a cup for herself before going home.“Claire!”She looked up from examining the leaves on the ground to find her best friend Jess running towards her with a huge smile on her face. After class today, Jess told her that she was in a hurry and went ahead without her, so she was pleasantly surprised to see her.“Hey!”