"Mister Smith. Your captainship will be revoked in a week if you continue to fail your english class. AP American Literature was a class you were put in, and you will finish with an -A at the least, as per orders of your coach. Is there a problem?" Mrs. Corve spoke in a sharp tone as she sat in the Headmaster's office. Her sharp features and pointy nose lurked in her room, and was typically visited by Nate Smith, the school's hockey captain. The party boy never cared for grades, but only his future career in hockey. That's all he's ever cared about, in fact. Get into a D1 hockey college, get into the pro's, suceed in the pros, retire early. That's his plan, and that's how it will be. Nate slumped further into the seat he's become particularly familiar with his past senior year. He blew out a big sigh and spoke with an annoyed tone. "I can't." Mrs. Corve folded her hands and leaned in. "Why is that, Nathan?" "I can't get a -D to a -A in a week." He snapped impatiently "Would you like a tutor?" Mrs. Corve snapped back