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    1x1 (RocketGirl45 and Jiskastya)

    She was beginning to think there was no hope. She would never find anyone to help her. She was stuck, and if she told anyone about this she would die. Or at least that's what her fathers' threats were always implying. A peaceful dream of where she was free had filled her mind. Until it suddenly flew away when she was yanked out of bed by her legs which caused her to hit her head on both the edge of the bed and the floor. Which hurt badly. Shooting her eyes open she saw a figure standing before her, arms crossed, black dress shoes were tapping wildly impaitiantly on the floor waiting for the girl to get up. "Get up you lazy bum! You were supossed to be up three hours ago to make me breakfast!" A glance at the clock, it was only six in the morning. Elisabeth, the girls' name, didn't know why he wanted breakfast at three in the morning. "Why don't you make your own breakfast" she muttered while struggling to get up from the floor, when hitting her head so hard it caused her to become dizzy. "What did you say girl!?" he asked grabbing her upper arms shaking her. "Don't you dare tell me to do anything!" he said and threw her to the wall. A gasp for air came out. She was already out of breath from being tossed and thrown around. When was this ever going to stop?
    Elisabeth was scared, she knows what happened to her mother, her mother had died from child birth, but she knew why. Because she couldn't take the pain of the beatings, and the child birth. She believed her fathers' goal was to kill her, not his mother. So he blamed Elisabeth for her death. Which was un fair in her mind. She scrambled to her feet apologizing. "Just go make yourself usefull and make my breakfast!" he said and he darted slightly to make her think he was going to hit her again. She squealed and he just smirked. "Whimp" he called out to her as she ran down the stairs. Elisabeth quickly made breafast, careful not to do anything wrong or say anything wrong. Made sure his food was hot, but cold enough to eat right away. She was never able to make herself any breakfast. "M- May I get ready for school?" she asked. Her father shook his head, "You know the rules Why would you ask me such a question! You will go to school wearing that if you don't get your chores done." Elisabeth sighed nodding and started with her chores. Which was to clean the whole house. Once done she thankfully had a half an h our to get ready. Which she just threw her hair into a ponytail before quickly gathering her things for school. "I- Did you need anything else father? I need to head to school" "You don't NEED school!" he quickly shouted. "I simply LET you go to school" he implied and she just sighed. "Alright." then he didn't answer her question, so she headed for the door. "Hey!" he shouted once more. The shouting didn't phase her anymore, that was just the way he was going to talk to her, and she got used to it. "Get me a beer before you go!" Elisabeth got him an ice cold beer and quickly headed out before he asked anything else of her, not wanting to be late to school.

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    Desmond had never really been a morning person, but after you woke up every morning promptly at six for a month, it started to become automatic. He woke at 5:59, just in time to roll over and switch off his alarm clock before the obnoxious noise could start. He slipped out of bed with a sigh. Another morning of school. He padded lightly over to his closet, pulled out a grey shirt, jeans, underwear and socks, then went into the bathroom for his morning shower.

    The hot water made him feel sleepy, but he turned the temperature up just a couple of notches anyways, enjoying the feeling of the warm water on his skin. Besides, the cold of the house when he did finally get out of the shower would be enough to fully wake him for the day.

    He hopped out of the shower, put on his clothes, and spent just a couple of minutes to style his hair, rubbing gel between his fingers and then gently into his hair. A quick combing and he was done, racing off downstairs just in time to catch the first egg of the morning. He hugged his mom gratefully, then sat down at the table and began to munch away, using a piece of toast to sop up the last of the rich yellow yolk.

    His father and younger sister came down not much later, the first mumbling about coffee, the second simply trying to avoid running into the walls. Des ruffled her hair, and said laughingly "It'll be even worse when you get to high school." She stuck her tongue out at him, but he only grinned, ate his last piece of egg, and slid the dishes into the washer.

    He brushed his teeth quickly, finished packing his backpack, and jogged out the door. He was a little early, but it would give him time to talk with his friends before class started.

    About ten minutes away, Des' school was large, made of concrete and brick, with a large student parking lot off to the side, an even larger field in the back, and right across from a small shopping center where students with the money could buy a hot lunch. There was a relatively large stretch of grass in front of the main entrance, and on warm mornings like today students would congregate in groups on the lawn.

    Des got out of the car, pulled out his pack, and locked the doors, then began walking towards the front door. Many of the kids he passed offered him greetings. He responded, exchanged a few quick words, but always continued towards the largest tree in the lawn, where a small group of about five people were gathered. He sat down, and there was a general exclamation of pleasure at the fact that he had finally joined them.

    "I thought you said that you would be early today, so that we could talk for longer. This and some time after school is the only time that we have together, after all." said a boy with short messy black hair.

    "I am early, Anthony." Desmond replied. "After all, we still have about five minutes until first bell rings."

    Anthony gave a snort, but did not deign to reply.

    "Well," a girl with long blonde hair said. "I'm glad that you could make it at all."

    "Of course you are, Cassie." Des laughed. "You always seem happy to see me."

    She laughed, and then flopped back into the grass, staring up through the pine branches.

    "You'll get grass in your hair if you keep that up," said a short brunette with remarkably curly hair.

    "So what, Em?"

    "So you'll get frustrated when I tell you halfway through the day that you've been walking around with grass in your hair all morning." Emily replied logically.

    Cassie sighed, but sat up, running fingers through her hair to dislodge any pieces of grass. Desmond leaned over and snagged a piece that she had missed. Cassie blushed slightly, but nodded her thanks.

    They talked for a couple more minutes, laughing and joking, but the bell rang, and they stood up, picking up dropped backpacks, and heading as a group towards the front door. They would split in the foyer, each heading to a locker, and then on to their first hour class.

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    Elisabeth wore a long sleeved red turtle neck. She also wore some really long jeans and she also wore black leather gloves to cover every inch that had any trace of a bruise. It was hard doing this, hard going to school, getting laughed at, mocked, looked at weird. She was used to it though. That didn't help with her grades though. Because of her fathers constant needs and wants, along with taking care of the whole house it was a miricle she was even passing her classes. But that was it, she was barley even passing them. She knew she needed a tutor but she denied every suggestion afraid of what her father would think of it. He'd think she would somehow soften up to the person and tell them about her problems at home.

    Elisabeth bit her lip as she took a step onto the grounds of the school. Bitting her lip was a horrible habbiat she has never been able to get rid of. She held her books to her chest wrapping her arms all around them holding them for her life. She gulped before slowly making her way to the doors of the school. Her eyes stayed at her feet but made sure to keep her distance from people. She knew that there were some people who don't hurt girls the way her father had. But she was scared of the bullies sometimes. They weren't anything like her father but she still stayed clear of them because she got hurt enough at home. She didn't want it at school too. Then she truley wouldn't have a safe place to go to during the day.

    Elisabeth takes this school to advantage. She has tried to sign up for after school activities but all of them required a uniform. So she backed out of them. As she walked into the school she got stares. It was like eighty degrees outside and she was dressed like it was winter. She didn't mind the stares she got used to them already she just shrugged them off and headed to the front office to collect her schedule, locker number and combination. Once gathering the information she headed to find her locker. Which was quickly and surprisingly easy, even getting her locker open was easy. She quickly grabbed her books then headed to her first class. Making sure she stayed clear of people. One small bump from someone could cause a world of pain for her because her father hits the same spots mulitiple times.

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    Gabe wandered into school, smiling and laughing with the small group of people that congregated around him. When one or two would split off to go a different direction, a couple more would fit their way in, so he was always surrounded by people. It got a little frustrating sometimes, especially when he was late for class and had to move quickly, but he enjoyed knowing and talking to the people in the school. He wanted to hear their funny stories and awkward moments. And, he enjoyed telling his own stories and jokes too.

    It was a bit like being the sun, with all the little planets revolving around it, but Des always cut off that particular train of thought before it could get very far. Having an inflated idea of your own importance was the best way to turn into a dick in his opinion. Yes, he was probably one of the most popular people in this school, but that didn't make him any more important than anyone else. So he repeatedly told himself. And, for the most part, he managed to honestly believe it.

    Slipping out from the center of the crowd, Des waved goodbye and walked on over to his locker. Quickly double-checking his combination, he popped the door open with ease, and began to slide his books inside. A couple lockers down, however, one incoming freshman was on her fifth try, and still not managing to get it open.

    "Want some help?" Desmond offered. The girl looked up, blushed a bit, but nodded. Des asked for her combination, she gave it to him, and he got the locker open on the first try. "They just take a bit of practice." he said with a smile. "You'll have it as good as any senior by tomorrow. You'll see."

    Des finished storing his school stuff, slammed the locker closed, double checked that it really had locked, then walked away. First class would start any minute. Great way to start the first day, by being tardy. Hopefully his little planets wouldn't get in his way too much.

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    Elisabeth managed to get to her first class on time and not get hit by anyone. A smile was brought to her face as she entered the room. Noons had came yet so that meant she had her choice in seating. She still close a seat closest to the teacher so she can pay attention. Not that it mattered how close she sat to the teacher, she still wouldn't be able to concentrate if she was sitting at the teachers desk. "Nice to see you Elisabeth" the teacher greeted as he wrote the assignment for today on the blackboard behind him. Elisabeth looked up and just nodded. She got out ber math book and her notebook. Ready to take notes.


    Elisabeth bit her lip knowing that if she took notes that filled this whole notebook she still wouldn't be able to pass. She knew she needed a tutor. She just denied it because of her father, she herself would like nothing more than to get a tutor and be able to do more than pass her classes. The seats around her soon started to fill with teens that looked like they could care less if the teacher was trying to get their attention. Finally the loud swat of a ruler on a desk made half the class jump and the whole class to silence right there. Elisabeth wanted to laugh but stayed quiet. "Ahh nice of you to join us Mr. ---" the teacher called at a student who showed up after the whole ordeal.


    Elisabeth knew the guy, well she knew OF him. She didn't know him personally. After all he was one of the popular most smartest kids at this school. Why would he pay any attention to her? He took his normal seat that was next to her but she kept her nose burried in her notebook jotting down every word the teacher said. "Now I have your test results back. I will hand them out" he spoke and as he handed Elisabeth hers he said "I need to speak with you after class" looking ag her paper it read D- she sighed and just kept it on her desk. She didn't care who saw it. Everyones going to know shes failing at some point.

    (Now I can skip till the end of class or you can just post here. Let me know when you're nonlinear ans I can add to this if you want to skip till the end of class.)
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    He was a little late. Not bad, considering all the maneuvering he'd had to do.

    "Nice of you to join us Mr. Lovell,"

    Des only grinned back. Mr. Berlin was one of his favorite teachers. For a math teacher, at any rate. He was good at explaining things so that most students could get them the first time around. And he never had a problem with answering questions that a student might have, even if he was midway through a sentence.

    Des sat down as Mr. Berlin began to hand out the papers from their latest quiz. At lease he had the decency to respect their privacy. He remembered his freshman math teacher, who had decided that a good way to get everyone to work harder on their quizzes was to read off all the A+ and A students. Desmond had never really had a problem with it, but he had heard a lot of other students complain really strongly.

    He flipped his paper, nodded in satisfaction for the 19/20, and flipped it back over.

    The student to his right leaned over, a grin on his face. "What'd ya get?" He questioned.

    "Nineteen out of twenty" Desmond replied.

    "Me too. He said excitedly.

    "That is your first A this year, right? Starting to get the hang of Algebra II?"

    "Definitely. I'm glad you remembered." Te boy replied.

    "Always." Des replied. "If you ever find yourself slipping, though, don't hesitate to ask for help."

    Speaking of needing help. He hadn't meant to look over when the teacher set a paper down on the desk of the girl to his left and muttered a few quiet words, but he had. Another "D".

    Des let out a sigh, but turned away. It was none of his business if she was failing. She was the quiet girl, the one who always opened up a book during break times and never seemed to want to talk to anyone. She'd likely just glare at him if he offered any help. After all, he wasn't supposed to know that she was failing the class.

    Sometimes he got frustrated at the people who constantly surrounded him, but most of the time he was glad for the companionship. He learned so much about their world that way, and knew that, should he need anything, there would be so many people there to help him. Briefly, Des remembered the one time he had forgotten lunch money late in his sophomore year. He had asked a couple friends for help, word had spread around the school, and before second hour was over enough people had offered him a portion of their money that he could have bought lunch three times over. He hadn't accepted it, but the knowledge that others had cared that much had warmed him for the rest of the week. He somehow doubted that would be the case for that girl, whether she forgot lunch money, a textbook, or even something as simple as a pencil.

    Mr. Berlin had begun talking again, and Des returned his attentions to the board. His notes were short and to the point. By the end of the class he hadn't even filled the whole page.

    The bell to end first period and to begin the passing period rang, and Des stood, shouldering his bag. Drawing next, but since it was a Monday he had an off hour instead. Meant he could stand and talk until the bell rang as well.

    For a moment as he was walking towards the door, Des hesitated. No, that girl really wasn't any of his business. It wasn't his place to offer.

    He'd head to the library after the passing period, and see if he could get the math homework done in that time.

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    Glancing up from her notebook she saw the boy who always sat next to her. She didn't even need to look at his paper to know what he had gotten. He was an A student and everyone, even her knew that. She looked up and tried to pah as much attention as she could to the teacher. It didn't help. Ag the end of class she had filed three pages front and back. She saw that boy taking notes and it barley fir half the page. She didn't get how he could do so good with only taking that many notes and shes taking notes on everything and shes barley passing. She just shook her head standing up, closing her notebook and grabbed her other book and clenched them to her chest.


    She grabbed her bag, threw it over her shoulder then walked up to the teachers desk waiting to see shah he was going to say. He waited until the whole class exited before talking. He knew she had an off period so he wouldn't keep her from her school.


    "Now you are barley passing this class" he started with a sigh. "You know Desmond Lovell right?" She nodded and he continued. "I want him to tutor you." He spoke while writing on a note folding it and handing it to her. "Give this to him. It explains your situation and that he is to tutor you" when she heard it explains her situation she thought he meant at home. But it didn't. "He normally sits on the library after this class so you will find him there." She nodded once more before then heading to the library.


    She gulped she had never talked to this boy before and now he has to tutor her. She knew if she asked Jim herself he'd probably say no way. She knew she needed the help but was thankfully they had some off periods during the week so she has time. Her father would never let her go to someones house or vice versa to tutor her. Elisabeth sighed, took a deep breath and looked into the library. She saw him sitting there. She bit her lip before finally walking over after what seemed like she was staring. "Y-you're Desmond right?" She asked her voice very soft. She then handed Jim the note still holding the books to her chest wondering what his reaction was going to be.

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    Des wandered into the library, exchanged a few quick words with the librarian and her student assistant, then walked over to one of the empty tables, set his backpack down, and plopped into one of the chairs. He reached a long arm over, fishing out the math notes and a pencil that he had packed up less than ten minutes ago, and began to spread them over the able when he was interrupted by a small stutter.

    Glancing up, Des was surprised to see himself looking into the face of the girl from his math class. He took the proffered note with gentle fingers and a polite smile, then unfolded it. It was from Mr. Berlin, and was simple and to the point.

    Desmond,

    You are one of the better students in my class, and I've heard from others the success you usually have in tutoring. Elisabeth is a good girl, but without some additional help she will not make it through my class, and she will not seek out help on her own. Therefore, I am choosing to intervene a bit, and ask you to tutor her until she feels more comfortable in the subject.

    Mr. Berlin


    Desmond refolded the note with deft fingers. Well, he had been thinking about offering help earlier today, so he had no reason to try and complain or get out of it now. With a warm smile, he looked to the girl.

    "You are Elisabeth, right? Where do you want to begin?"

    After all, he would be able to do his homework this evening. At home, where it was supposed to be done.

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    Elisabeth watched as he read the note wondering what it actually said. She wondered if he would actually help her. To he'd surprise she beard his response and started tod a second not believing it. After realizing she was staring she quickly looked away and said "oh ah y-yes I am" she said then bit her lip. She really needed to get out of that habbiat. "Oh um im not sure where to start. Maybe the beginning?" She figured that suggesting to start ag the beginning would frustrate him. After all he probably didn't even want to tutor her to begin with. But the note probably begged him or something.


    So she thought. She was glad they had this time at all. She then let herself sit down in the seat that was before her and that sat across from him. She wasn't sure where to start so she waited for him to begin. She continued to bite her lip through the whole process trying to concentrate. Somehow she just couldn't. She knee why though but she forced herself to. She didn't want to make this guy mad or even more mad, if he was mad to start off with. She didn't think this guy would get Mas, he had tutored a lot of people before and she knows how they turned out. They are doing great now and she hopes to be one of those people. But she needed to find out how to concentrate.

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    She was remarkably nervous. Des had been right in thinking that she wasn't someone who was used to having people around her who actually cared about her as a friend. And trying to make her feel more comfortable would probably only make things worse. So, Desmond decided to do his utmost to treat her exactly as he would one of his other friends to whom he occasionally offered a little bit of help. Not as a new girl that he had to learn how best to act around. Just someone he was comfortable with.

    Well, the first thing he would have to do was get on the same side of the table as her. If she was one of his friends he would boldly stand up, grab his chair and walk it around to sit next to her, notebook in hand. So, that was exactly what he did. He ignored her continued unease, and flipped to a blank set of pages where they could do scratch work.

    "The beginning it is then." he said warmly. With a friendly laugh and joking tease he added "You comfortable with basic addition and subtraction? How about multiplication and addition?"

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