If I'm Wrong, There's No Such Thing As Right[CURRENTLY UNDERGOING EDITING]

Chapter 3: Free Tutoring

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Melody quickly slammed her fist down on her alarm clock, declaring it her worst enemy. She slowly got out of bed, stretched, and rubbed the sleep out of her eyes. Grabbing her glasses off of her night stand, she spent the next fourty- five minuets getting ready for her day at school. After she was certain she had all of her daily supplies, she left, locking up all possible openings for theives,and began her walk to school. The silent walk was pretty nice, getting a one-on-one with nature like that. But it was short lived as she arrived at Rockwell. Finding her two best friends, she quickly plopped down as she listened to Sammuel rant about the cafeteria food.

"Did you see their soggy, rubbery excuses for chicken nuggets? I wouldn't feed that to my own mother if she was on the brink of starvation and pregnant with my future baby sister. And they try to make us PAY for that! Never heard them even utter the word "refund" though," he fumed as he pretended to rip out his earth brown locks.

"Ha, sucks for you! I get my lunch free!" Janette boasted.

"That's because you have a low income household!" Sammuel shot back. Jannete gasped as her fair cheeks turned red with embarrassment and anger.

"Shut it Sammy! At least I don't binge watch Disney movies!

"What's wrong with that? They teach good morals and have goods role models!"

"Yeah, but in a dress."
"I only do that so my little sister laughs!"

"Suuure!"
 
Melody decided this was a good time to interject before this escalated any further.

"Ok, I'm intervening! Sammuel, it's not Janette's fault her parents don't have awesome jobs," this earned a grunt from Janette," and Janette, if Sammuel gets in a dress to entertain his younger sister, there nothing wrong with that, I think." This earned a "hmph" from Sammuel as he and Janette sat glaring daggers at each other. Just then the bell rang, and with their respective goodbyes and promises of seeing each other at lunch, they all went to their next class.

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"So Miss Foster, if you'd like I could recommend you a tutor to help with this predicament. I'd hate to see such a smart girl do poorly," Melody's Japanese language and customs teacher, Mrs. Yoshi, suggested. Melody begrudgingly took her graded test and went back to her seat. She felt absolutely horrible, and do you know why? She got a D+ on her test. The only D she ever saw on her work was when she wrote her name on her paper, so this was a new low for her. I just don't know what happened. It was fairly simple, I thought I would pass with flying colors. Maybe she bubbled in the wrong letter, or put the wrong honorfication? Now she was certain she want going to pass that big exam and get into Yale! She shook her head in frustration as she looked around the room to find something to catch her attention and take her mind off of her current failure. She probably wished to hard, as she found Kiku Honda starting directly at her with a look of bewilderment. Or maybe it was sympathy? It was really hard to tell with him, with his consistent poker face he always seemed to sport. Ops, maybe I was too distracting. Realizing he was spotted, he quickly directed his attention to paper as if it was the most interesting thing since sliced bread. Bet he doesn't have any problems with this class. He could probably teach the class himself, including the teacher! Of.course, it wasn't Kiku's fault he was born in Japan and could speak Japanese fluently, and Melody couldn't hate him for picking a class that probably helped with his likely case of homesickness. But that didn't mean she couldn't be envious. Deciding she should try to make up for that D+, she began working on her classwork also. Soon enough, or maybe to soon, the bell rang, signaling the last class of the day and thus the end of it. The rest of the class quickly emptied as Melody sat there, gathering her things and thinking about her options. Could we afford to hire a tutor? But the work seemed so easy, I don't know what I'd need help with. Although, that test says otherwise. Just when Melody was about to get up and ask Mrs. Yoshi for suggestions, something approached her desk. Well, more like someone.

"Kon'nichiwa, Miss Melody," Kiku greeted. He just had to show off, didn't he? Oh wait, he always does that.

"Hello, Honda. Do you need something?" she asked.

"No, not really. I'm more or less.... here to offer you my services," he explained. This surprised Melody, considering he was the last person she expected to offer help. She thought their relationship more or less a rivalry.

"Oh really? Ok, shoot," she instructed. Kiku just stood there, looking at her.

"You want me to shoot you?" he asked.

"Oh I'm sorry. I keep forgetting you weren't raised here," Kiku cringed at that, but Melody didn't seem to notice.

"I mean tell me what you want, Kiku."

"Oh, hai. Well, since you seem to be struggling, I was thinking I could be your tutor," Kiku suggested. Although Melody knew he was only trying to be helpful, she couldn't help but feel slightly offended. Let her biggest rival she's ever had teach her?

"Oh gee, I don't know. I don't want to be a nuisance. And your probably always so busy already, with all those activities you're in. It just be-"

"I don't mind," he interjected, Melody taken aback by his sudden persistence. "I mean, I have surprising free time. It'd be no trouble at all."

"Well, I don't know if I'd be able to pay you a lot," she said.

"No need to worry, I'll do it for free," he assured. Melody considered her options. Having a Japanese bred tutor couldn't hurt, and it could be an advantage. Plus, Kiku did seem more than willing to help. It'd be awkward, but it'd be foolish to choose comfort over her grades. Maybe....

"Alright, you have yourself a deal, Mr. Honda! So, when would you like to start?"

"Today would work," he replied.

"Oh, ok then. In that case, we could walk to my house together. I mean, unless you have to check in with your parents."

"Uh, I live alone, so that will not be a problem. Let's walk," he certified. So with that, they began to walk to her house together, and she could just barely make out a small ghost of a smile on Kiku's face.

A/N: sorry if this chapter seems kinda short. I have a lot of ideas, but I wanted to save some for the next chapter from Kiku's POV. Alright, so bye! And all criticism is welcome!