I grab my bag from my locker and toss it over my shoulder right as the power ranger theme song peeps, letting me know a message has come through. I grin, making her wait until I’m outside to open it up and read it. That grin of mine disappears the second my eyes land on my screen. Tutor Girl: Please contact the student resource center if you’d like to schedule an appointment for tutoring. An email with my office hours will follow this message. Oh, she wants to play pinky up, huh? Yeah ... no. I text her again. Me: This kind sir shall call his trusty coach and share thy screenshot. I chuckle to
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