Ohaithur I have a question for the readers. Why do you think Ian Hall wants Persephone? Please give a legitimate answer. I'm curious what you're thinking.
Um... I think he wants her because to him she doesn't appear to have feelings for him and that surprises him...?
I think Ian wants what he cannot have as most boys do. When every other girl is falling for him she is but making it seem like she isn't
As the days passed, I slipped even more into my nonchalant mindset. I began to stop trying at everything, doing the bare minimum to get by. I was always tired... Soon it became more evident that I had changed. But I had no idea why. As I started to care less, people began to pay more attention to me. They were curious about my new behavior. "...Persephone? Persephone!" "Huh?" The voice snapped me out of my thoughts. It was Mr. Hall, and he amusedly looked at me. "Get this signed." He handed me a paper, and I looked up at him in confusion. He sighed. "You know, last week's test?" I unfolded the paper, and my heart stopped. There was a D written in red ink, up on the top corner of the page. The paper was littered with corrections, and the more I looked at it, the worse I felt. I never got a D before. Hell, I never received a grade lower than a B plus. "Mr. Hall… there has to be a way for me to make this up"- "I suggest getting a tutor." he said, walking back to his desk. A tutor? I've never even thought of getting one before. I never needed help, let alone wanted it. When I got home from school, I was in for a surprise. My parents were home, both of them at the same time. That was a rare occurrence. My mother held the cordless in her hand, and my father gave me a disappointed look. "We got a call from Mr. Hall." "You got a D on a test? What has gotten into you, Persephone?! You're an all A student!" "..." I didn't answer, and looked down at the floor, holding back tears. There was a long silence, and my mother sharply exhaled. "We're getting you a tutor." "What?! No, I can make up the grade!" "We've already decided. Mr. Hall will tutor you after school every day until you bring that grade up." "M-Mr Hall?!" "Since you're only having trouble in his class, he'll be able to help you with the material." "You don't understand! I know the material! I just..." "What?" I couldn't tell them. That Algebra class was impossible to focus in. All because of the damned instructor. --------------------------------------------------- Mr. Hall. Plus Persephone's house? Minus her parents? That is an equation for disaster.