User blog:Brunettebraidsbooks/Dear Diary 4

Russet:

I'm frusterated. Not just because of what happened at school, even though it is related.

"Rusty," Mom said as soon as I closed the patio door. "I heard about what happened."

"I bet you did." I threw my backpack down on the bench and looked up. Mom, aka Francine Haller(if you're an adult and you want to call her that, I guess, but I don't know why an adult would be reading this) was standing in the room with crossed arms. She looked serious, which wasn't a change, but I could tell I shouldn't be acting all grumpy.

"This is serious, Russet," She said. "You know that test is important. And you should be glad I'm not an over-reacting person, but we have to take this into hand. I don't want you to fail. Me and Dad are paying a lot of money for your education, and if you're throwing away exams like that.."

"I get it."

"No, you don't. I know you're going to say, alright, I'll study harder, write notes, etc.. but you can't handle this yourself."

"Dad's a MATH person, Mom!"

"I'm not talking about Dad. Have you heard of Mrs. Feather?"

"I've heard you talking to her on the phone."

"Her daughter, Lark, is in your class."

At this point I would like to say that my mind exploded.

"She is going to be your new tutor. She's very smart and kind and willing to share her knowledge with..." Mom stopped and looked at me.

I couldn't tell what my expression was, but I think it must have been really freaked out.

"Russsssssty..?" She said slowly.

"HOW COULD YOU DO THIS!" I yelled, stamping my foot on the ground.

"What's so wrong about.."

"SHE'S A BRAT! SHE CAN'T BE MY TUTOR!" I screamed.

"RUSSET, LISTEN TO ME," she said in a voice as loud as a loudspeaker, but without yelling. I've always wondered how she can do that. The other puzzling thing is when you're thinking about how she can do that you immediately stop doing whatever else you were doing.

"Feather shouldn't be her real name," She said softly. "Mrs. Feather used to be married, but Lark's parents divorced."

She stopped to let that sink in. Mom is always really good at making people feel guilty.

"I already talked with Dad about this, and he agrees. On Monday, Wednesday and Friday Lark is going to come over after you've got your homework done."

"And you also talked to Mr. and Mrs. Feather?"

"Yes."

"Man, Mom, how do you get all this stuff done in one day?"

"It's quite simple, actually, Rusty," she said, smiling slightly.

For a second I forgot about being angry. But then I remembered.

"Fine, she can be my tutor," I grumbled.

"Alright. Go upstairs, take a shower, and get everything you need to get done done. Dad is coming home in half an hour."

"Will he be mad at me?"

"When I called him he was pretty angry. I don't envy you."

I sighed and walked up to my bedroom. Mom was pretty good at making people feel relaxed, but the more I thought about that bratty Lark being my tutor, the more angry I became.

Mom's a good mom, actually. She understands kids, which is a rare thing nowadays, and won't get very mad at you, but will make you feel guilty a lot. That's the only thing.

Dad, Isaac Haller, is a very smart businessman. He is good at lecturing people and will get mad at you, but for a good reason, and he won't carry it on too much unless he's already stressed out. He's fun to hang out with when he's not stressed out, mad or lecturing.

I guess I was fine with people telling me stuff, that wasn't it. But did it really have to be that bratty, sarcastic Lark?

Imagine:

(WIP!)