My High School Life [Rewritten - Ongoing]

11. [Isabella]

"Isabella, are you even awake yet?" Mom yelled. 

When I didn't answer her, her constant yelling and banging became louder and louder the more I'd ignored her. I groaned, covering my ears. "Isabella!" 

I rolled my eyes, shoving the covers away. "I'm up!"

"You better be," she shouted back, probably smiling. "Your tutor is here, so be downstairs soon."

"Okay, Mom," I said, making sure she heard me loud and clear. 

Jumping off my bed, I gathered up my clothes and headed into the bathroom for a shower. Once I was finished with my daily morning routine, I ran downstairs, immediately smelling bacon. 

I sighed, knowing I couldn't have any. Not with Alex, and my family keeping a close eye on me. I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting away with anything for the next few months.

In the end, I decided on a glass of milk and a bowl of oatmeal. Mr. Baker said something about it being high in fiber. After I'd finished my breakfast, Mr. Baker told me my home tutor was waiting for me in the living room. I smiled gratefully at him and brought the dishes to the sink.

As I approached the living room slowly, not wanting to have a repeat from the other day, I saw a middle-aged women with shoulder length hair dressed in a business suit, sitting with her hands clasped together. When she saw me, her whole strict demeanor changed, and a bright smile appeared on her face.

"Hello Isabella, I'm Mrs. Miller," she said smiling, extending out her hand. "Your new home tutor."

I took it with a small smile. "Nice to meet you, Mrs. Miller."

"Likewise." She pointed to the seat next to her. "Let's get started," she said, getting straight to business.

I nodded, and took the offered seat. 

She twisted around, reached inside her bag, and pulled out a yellow folder stacked with sheets of paper inside. Her eyes met mine, propping up her glasses. 

"Before coming here today, I reviewed your files, and I must say I'm thoroughly impressed," she complimented, as she pulled out paper after paper. "Straight A student, High Honor Roll three years in a row, President of four extracurricular activities, and you speak three different languages. Plus, you're taking college level courses and you're still a junior." She glanced up at me with praise, as I dipped my head, blushing. 

"School always came naturally to me," I said, as I bit my bottom lip. "I joined clubs to pass the time with, and the only reason why I speak three languages is because Dad's from Germany, and Mom's from Russia."

"That's still beyond impressive, Isabella." She smiled. "And with my help, you'll have one of the top transcripts in your age group. Once, you're done with your SATs, colleges will be begging for you to go to their school."

"Thanks." I smiled, even though I could care less about how grand my file was. I already knew what college I was going to anyways.

"Sure thing," she said. "Before we begin, I talked to your personal trainer earlier this morning and we came up with a schedule that you'll have to follow for the next year," she told me as she handed me a neatly printed calendar.

Glancing at it, the times where I had school was color-coated in purple while training was color-coated in blue. I couldn't help but groan when I saw that school started again at eight. Looks like I wouldn't be sleeping in like I thought I would.

"So, I meet with Alex right after I get done with you at three?" I asked, hoping for the love of God that she'll say no, but when I saw her nodding, I knew I was doomed. I couldn't believe I wasn't getting a break in between school and training. Knowing me, I'll probably go to sleep right after training was finished at five.