You were the goth girl/loner of the school. Long story short, it sucked. All you heard all day, or so it felt was heather’s weak insults, that you somehow managed to put up with everyday. Your parents kept nagging you to get a tutor, when you finally gave in, your tutor was a pretty girl around your age? “Hi, you must be Gwen.. right?” She asked awkwardly, forcefully smiling.