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In the Last Part, I had a Daydream of me and Jeremy kissing, but then the bell rang which took me out of the dream.

 

   As I was picking up my books for next block, someone poked me on the back of my shoulder.

"Paige."

I turn around towards them. "Oh Hey Shannon."

"Hey. Do you think that you could start tutoring me?"

"Really? You want me to tutor you? Why? You are soo smart."

"Not Really. I'm not smart at all."

"But we're in the advanced class. You must be smart."

"Well I'm not. Something must have happened and I got in here accidently. So, do you think you can tutor me?"

"Yea. Sure. When?"

"Okay, come by my house around 5:00 today."

"Allright."

"you know where I live right?"

"Yea." I point to the big house on the hill beside te school.

"That's it. See yah later."

"Ok, byee."

***Shannon's House***

           I walk up to white stoned blocks and enter the front porch.  I walk up the stairs and knock on the red door in the front. Someone comes to the door.

"Oh. Hello Paige.'' answers Mrs. Gray. My 5th grade math teacher and Allison and Shannon's mom.

Allison runs up to me. "HEY PAIGE!"

"Hi."

"what are you doing here?"

"I'm going to tutor Shannon."

"Oh. SHANNON!!"

"Coming. Good Grief." Shannon chimes in.

 

 

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