Dead Tutor Society

Klef sighed. Her grades were at an all time low, which probably didn't say much considering that she only had been in school for a few months, but still, a C- was a C-. If she didn't step up her game soon she'd have to say goodbye to her financial scholarship. It wasn't her fault that her education before high school was taught by a handful of circus performers, a laptop and her uncle. Unfortunately, the knowledge she gained under the tent and on the road had proven to be useless. She always though of herself as someone clever, the type who figures things out before the rest. Her opinion of herself had since changed after being proven wrong countless times in high school. No matter how well she old do a handstand or know miscellaneous animal facts, she never made the grade.

The school was already one step ahead of her in terms of getting back on track with her peers. They managed to recruit a student tutor to help her study and get her back on the honor roll. Klef felt bad for the poor soul who was assigned to her. The idea of having someone older and smarter boss her around again made her want to roll her eyes to the back of her head. Of course, she was going to have to swallow that pride if she wanted to stay in school.

Klef walked into the school's library because that was where smart people hung out, right? Apparently, her tutor was supposed to be lurking around here. Yet it was impossible to spot her when the school gives the vaguest description ever. "She's a brunette named Aswan".

Was she literally a swan? Klef had no clue, how was she ever going to find her tutor if she's never seen the girl's face? She ripped out a sheet of notebook paper and sloppily printed her name onto it, placing it on the table right next to her. If she wasn't able find the tutor perhaps the tutor would be able to find her instead.

Klet felt stupid having herself known through a makeshift name plate. It reminded her of some of the stuffy desk jobs her uncle had to work. Hopefully, she'd never have to go through the same thing as him; submitting to the will of 'the man'. Maybe if she studied harder she'd be able to avoid that life.

To her surprise, someone actually aproached her half-assed name tag. The girl appeared to be smart, mostly because she was wearing glasses. Klet was was not one to judge the girl's laid back appearance, because she wasn't any better wearing yesterday's hoodie and jeans that looked like they had seen the apocalypse.

" That's me!" Klef replied gesturing to the shakily written letters. It was hard to get a good look at her tutor with her fringe obstructing her view so brushed some of her hair away from her face which revealed a set of eyes that behaved like glow sticks. She had a poker face on, like she was holding back from something.

" -But I'm not sure if you have the right kid, because you don't have a beak or feathers and my tutor is a swan." Klef told her with a cheesy grin. It took her a solid five minutes to come up with that pun. To let such a pun go to waste would be a crime against her fellow jokesters.