We Intertwine [9/30]
A/N: Actually a while ago I wrote out EVERYTHING, all the chapters and my ideas, but the file is lost :( Damn, anyway, enjoy the update! Andandand, I'm really sorry that this is so late! >_<
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Chapter 9: Countdown to Summer
A month flies by quickly and on most of these days I work alone. Like I've said before, I'm pretty smart so I only had to ask Schue for something probably once or twice a day. Besides, it just wouldn't be right to disturb those two.
"I still don't get it," Blondie mumbles softly, her face scrunching up as she scans the paper over and over again in confusion. That phrase of hers has been muttered at LEAST 100 times this week, and I'm actually starting to feel a little sorry for the curly haired man. Brittany was stubborn when it came to this, so unless she got it perfect in her head, she wouldn't stop asking questions.
The home school teacher sighs, another sound I've heard at least 100 times this past week. I look over at my current work to see it almost done, so I allow myself another one of those shows that blondie and Schue like to put on for me.
"Why is this x here? It's not a number."
"You're supposed to find out what x is."
"X is a letter, right?"
I snicker and almost snort as Schuester moans in agony again. If you ask me, this past week the guy lost some colour in his hair.
My laughter gets a little louder and the tall man sends a warning look in my direction, and I force my eyes to look down at my paper right away. I finish the last question on my sheet then bring my eyes upwards to see Schuester bringing his attention back to Blondie.
I would say that I sometimes feel lonely when those two argue like that, but in all honesty I think I've decided that I'm very fond of observing. I enjoy watching Schue scratch his brains out, I enjoy watching Brittany pout cutely when she doesn't understand, I enjoy watching Schue pace back and forth in frustration, I enjoy listening to Brit's unique explanation of how dolphins are just gay sharks, and I enjoy, especially, the sound of Schue's head banging into the wall and Brittany laughing at how funny he looks.
Really, school was looking like an interesting experience now. Thanks to Brittany, I've realized that I probably do need to be more social, but that I won't have a problem with it.
After one more week I'll be done with Schuester's home schooling and summer vacation will start. Just 7 more days until freedom for the span of 2 months, and this freedom will be thoroughly enjoyed between me and blondie over there.
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7
Schuester gives Brittany an assignment to summarize everything that she has learned in the past month, and has been sentenced to the desk in the corner of my study room. I finally get to ask him more questions about all my work, but I feel a little bored with the lack of bickering. It's okay I guess, so I know now that I won't have to worry too much about my marks next year, and that I have room to worry about Brittany. Actually it's been decided that we'll be seeing Schue at least once a week for the rest of my high school life so he can check on our progress...and actually he'll be running some club at my school.
6
Brittany gets a C+ on her assignment and she's very happy about it, I support her with a hug and some encouraging words, but Schuester isn't satisfied. He photocopies some of my notes and gives it to her to read out loud. We're sitting here listening to her go over the material and I nearly fall asleep in my seat.
5
Schuester announces that he'll be running a Glee club. It sounded a little too...um, happy for me, but Brittany loves the idea so she told him we'd join. Apparently it involves show choir. Schuester goes over my own work while I read the Ugly Duckling to Brittany and we watch the first Pokemon movie.
4
We get back into it when Schuester announces that we'll be having an exam the next day to see whether we could even go to the Private Highschool. We both needed at least a B to pass. Me and Schuester spend the whole day making sure that Blondie is prepared. She falls asleep on her notes and Schuester wishes us good luck.
3
The exam goes by smoothly, for me at least, and Blondie shows some confidence. There was only one level of academics in the highschool, so there was no such thing as a college course for someone like Brittany. We spend the rest of the day talking about Blondie's latest dreams about unicorns that knew how to talk and ducks that could sing. At night Schuester announces that we both got in, however Brittany has to maintain a 70 average in order to not get kicked out of the school. I worry a little, but Brittany seems to have confidence. I promise her that I'll do whatever it takes to keep her caught up and that we'll have plenty of study dates together. She thanks me with a floppy hug and doesn't let go...for about an hour. We ended up falling asleep on the couches.
2
Schuester comes and congratulates us on our acceptance and even brings us our uniform. We wear it the whole day while he explains to us the curriculum for Gr. 9. Blondie falls asleep on me a half hour into his lecture, and i fall asleep 10 minutes afterwards. We wake up when he notices and end up having to spend the rest of the day writing notes and 100 lines of "I will not sleep when my teacher is talking".
1
It's our last day with Schuester for about a month and I feel a little bitter about the day before. He apologizes, but seriously lectures us, for 10 minutes only this time, about being respectful to our teachers. I roll my eyes in secret, but apologize anyway with Brittany. He then tells us all about his experience in his Glee club as a kid and we fall asleep again...
When we wake up it's an hour later and Schuester walks into our room with my Nanna.
"Your parents are out for the day, so I decided that I have all the authority to punish you for sleeping while I was talking."
I glance over at brittany who looks very excited, I cross my arms and let out a sigh, "Mr. Schue, I'm sorry for falling asleep again."
He smiles, "Apology accepted." My frown turns into a bright smile, assuming that the punishment was gone.
"But, Betty and I already made the reservations, so get dressed."
Reservations? What kind of sick punishment involved reservations?
"We're going to a karaoke bar!"
FML.
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Chapter 9: Countdown to Summer
A month flies by quickly and on most of these days I work alone. Like I've said before, I'm pretty smart so I only had to ask Schue for something probably once or twice a day. Besides, it just wouldn't be right to disturb those two.
"I still don't get it," Blondie mumbles softly, her face scrunching up as she scans the paper over and over again in confusion. That phrase of hers has been muttered at LEAST 100 times this week, and I'm actually starting to feel a little sorry for the curly haired man. Brittany was stubborn when it came to this, so unless she got it perfect in her head, she wouldn't stop asking questions.
The home school teacher sighs, another sound I've heard at least 100 times this past week. I look over at my current work to see it almost done, so I allow myself another one of those shows that blondie and Schue like to put on for me.
"Why is this x here? It's not a number."
"You're supposed to find out what x is."
"X is a letter, right?"
I snicker and almost snort as Schuester moans in agony again. If you ask me, this past week the guy lost some colour in his hair.
My laughter gets a little louder and the tall man sends a warning look in my direction, and I force my eyes to look down at my paper right away. I finish the last question on my sheet then bring my eyes upwards to see Schuester bringing his attention back to Blondie.
I would say that I sometimes feel lonely when those two argue like that, but in all honesty I think I've decided that I'm very fond of observing. I enjoy watching Schue scratch his brains out, I enjoy watching Brittany pout cutely when she doesn't understand, I enjoy watching Schue pace back and forth in frustration, I enjoy listening to Brit's unique explanation of how dolphins are just gay sharks, and I enjoy, especially, the sound of Schue's head banging into the wall and Brittany laughing at how funny he looks.
Really, school was looking like an interesting experience now. Thanks to Brittany, I've realized that I probably do need to be more social, but that I won't have a problem with it.
After one more week I'll be done with Schuester's home schooling and summer vacation will start. Just 7 more days until freedom for the span of 2 months, and this freedom will be thoroughly enjoyed between me and blondie over there.
-
7
Schuester gives Brittany an assignment to summarize everything that she has learned in the past month, and has been sentenced to the desk in the corner of my study room. I finally get to ask him more questions about all my work, but I feel a little bored with the lack of bickering. It's okay I guess, so I know now that I won't have to worry too much about my marks next year, and that I have room to worry about Brittany. Actually it's been decided that we'll be seeing Schue at least once a week for the rest of my high school life so he can check on our progress...and actually he'll be running some club at my school.
6
Brittany gets a C+ on her assignment and she's very happy about it, I support her with a hug and some encouraging words, but Schuester isn't satisfied. He photocopies some of my notes and gives it to her to read out loud. We're sitting here listening to her go over the material and I nearly fall asleep in my seat.
5
Schuester announces that he'll be running a Glee club. It sounded a little too...um, happy for me, but Brittany loves the idea so she told him we'd join. Apparently it involves show choir. Schuester goes over my own work while I read the Ugly Duckling to Brittany and we watch the first Pokemon movie.
4
We get back into it when Schuester announces that we'll be having an exam the next day to see whether we could even go to the Private Highschool. We both needed at least a B to pass. Me and Schuester spend the whole day making sure that Blondie is prepared. She falls asleep on her notes and Schuester wishes us good luck.
3
The exam goes by smoothly, for me at least, and Blondie shows some confidence. There was only one level of academics in the highschool, so there was no such thing as a college course for someone like Brittany. We spend the rest of the day talking about Blondie's latest dreams about unicorns that knew how to talk and ducks that could sing. At night Schuester announces that we both got in, however Brittany has to maintain a 70 average in order to not get kicked out of the school. I worry a little, but Brittany seems to have confidence. I promise her that I'll do whatever it takes to keep her caught up and that we'll have plenty of study dates together. She thanks me with a floppy hug and doesn't let go...for about an hour. We ended up falling asleep on the couches.
2
Schuester comes and congratulates us on our acceptance and even brings us our uniform. We wear it the whole day while he explains to us the curriculum for Gr. 9. Blondie falls asleep on me a half hour into his lecture, and i fall asleep 10 minutes afterwards. We wake up when he notices and end up having to spend the rest of the day writing notes and 100 lines of "I will not sleep when my teacher is talking".
1
It's our last day with Schuester for about a month and I feel a little bitter about the day before. He apologizes, but seriously lectures us, for 10 minutes only this time, about being respectful to our teachers. I roll my eyes in secret, but apologize anyway with Brittany. He then tells us all about his experience in his Glee club as a kid and we fall asleep again...
When we wake up it's an hour later and Schuester walks into our room with my Nanna.
"Your parents are out for the day, so I decided that I have all the authority to punish you for sleeping while I was talking."
I glance over at brittany who looks very excited, I cross my arms and let out a sigh, "Mr. Schue, I'm sorry for falling asleep again."
He smiles, "Apology accepted." My frown turns into a bright smile, assuming that the punishment was gone.
"But, Betty and I already made the reservations, so get dressed."
Reservations? What kind of sick punishment involved reservations?
"We're going to a karaoke bar!"
FML.