A Little Extra Help | Chase Harper

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stranger like me

Tobias sat alone in his study, a strange mixture of Dubstep and violin music emanating from the laptop on his desk. He bobbed his head along as the music played, grading papers about the amazing painter, Monet. He scribbled along to the beat with his red pen, marking whether the students got A's or B's.

Unfortunately, he got to a familiar name's paper, and he instantly ceased movement as he read on. This student was Chase Harper, and the poor boy didn't seem to grasp anything from Tobias' classes. For one thing, the writing was terrible, it was almost too hard to read. For another, the boy didn't seem to know who the hell he was even writing about. Tobias sighed, pushing the paper away and leaning back in his chair.

Chase Harper was a bright boy, he really was. He just didn't seem to have any interest in Tobias' class whatsoever. He rubbed his temples a bit, trying to think of what to do.

Tutor.

The thought hit him like a train. Sitting back upright in his seat, Toby brought his laptop in front of him and began typing an email addressed to Chase.

Mr. Harper,

I have read over your paper and have a few things to discuss with you. If you are still on the school grounds, it would be convenient if you could come see me in my study. Room 413, if you don't remember the number.

Regards, Prof. Tobias Sorenson

Tobias sent the email, then leaned back in his chair, awaiting a response from the young Mr. Harper. Hopefully he would come today, and encourage the idea of being tutored so he wouldn't fail the class. If there was one thing Toby hated doing, it was failing people. He would do anything he could to help his students.

Chase Harper ; heheheh

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[Chase Harper]

Chase sat in the towns library with a book in hand but his eyes were not following the lines along the pages but instead was watching the back of his eyelids. He should have been studying for his next test but he tried and failed. Having known this he simply gave up, letting his low self-esteem get the best of him and laid his head down and closed his eyes.

Chase had never been fond of reading, mostly due to his disability, and if he had a choice in the matter he wouldn't read again. Excluding the occasional fantasy book of which he still found difficult to read but atleast that way he wasn't going to be tested on why the books events happened and what it meant. Nowadays you could most likely find the movie version, which he preferred but unfortunately they didn't have a movie about the book he was supposed to be reading now.

Chase was in the middle of living out his dream, in his dream anyways, of rocking out on a stage with thousands of fans cheering him on when that dream was cut short by the sound of his phone going off. His head jolted up in a panic and his droopy eyes scanned the room and his brain tried to process what just happened. He first tried to look for the disturbance that woke him but all he saw were eyes glaring at him. He then realized why as he looked down at his phone to see an email from one of his teachers and with that he let out a groan.

After reading the email he wasn't surprised the teacher wanted to see him. Chase wasn't exceptionally proud of his latest work in his class but he figured turning in shit was better than not turning in anything at all. Not wanting to upset possibly the only teacher he actually liked he lazily grabbed his stuff as he stood and made his way out of the library. The college wasn't too far off, in fact it was just down the street so within 10 minutes he was outside the classroom door, unprepared to go in but in reality would he ever be? With a soft sigh he opened the classroom door and walked down the aisle, making sure to put on a fake smile for his teacher.

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