Vivian 2

If I had to give my life up for someone without hesitation, it would without question by my Grandma Junee. I love her so much, and having to admit that she could be dying tore me apart. I listened to the sound of my sobs being echoed by Mrs. Fairwell's. Mrs. Fairwell and Junee have been best friends for 26 years now. Junee used to watch over and care for Mrs. Fairwell when her mother went out, arriving many hours later, drunk and in a bad mood. Junee finally put her foot down and got Mrs. Fairwell's mother some help. She then commited suicide three months later. Junee used to visit Mrs. Fairwell at the foster home, and they'd play board games and talk about nothing for hours on end. Mrs. Fairwell never forgot it, and despite the dramatic age difference between them, they've been best friends ever since.

"My dear, sweet child", says Mrs. Fairwell, pulling out a handful of tissues from the tissue box. She handed me a wad of them and kept the rest for herself.
"It's so sad. I honestly have no idea what I'll do if it happens. If she...leaves," I say, breaking down into more sobs.
"I know dear. Junee is an extraodinary woman. She was there for me when I needed a friend the most. For that, I will always owe her," she says, embracing me in a sympathetic hug.
"Um, Mrs. Fairwell, my french grade is dropping, remember?," I say, trying to change the subject of my favorite person in the world possibly dying.
"Oh, yes, it is," she says, getting the message and wiping the away her tears, only to have her efforts wasted by a new family of tears.

"Well, I would really like to get into a good collage, and I'm not going to let a stupid french grade, no offence, get in my way. It's what Junee would want," I say, looking at the floor again.
"You're so right. Nothing is more important to Junee than a good education," she says, smiling at the floor.
"So," I say, "what do I have to do?"
"Well honestly, now you're not going to like this, but I think the only choice you have is to get a tutor. Well, that or drop out of the class," she answers.
"Oh, no Mrs. Fairwell. I am NOT dropping out. Junee hates quitters. I guess that only leaves me with a tutor then," I say, making a face of disgust.
"Yes, you are correct," she says, turning back to her papers, silent tears still falling down her elegant cheek bones.
"So, what do I have to do? Do I have to fill out a paper, find someone on my own time, or do you assign someone to me?," I ask. This is all so new to me. I've never been tutored before in my life.
"Well, you'll have to find someone on your own time, but I do have a suggestion," she says, pulling out a tub of third year papers.
"Yes?," I say, looking curiously at the tub of papers.
"I have a third year student. He is the best in the class. He will know how to help you. Well, I think so anyways. He's such a nice boy. I can't possibly see him turning someone in need down," she says.
"He?," I say.
"Yes, he. Well, Reid Daniels to be exact. He's a senior as well. I'm sure you know him," she says.
Of course I know him. He's the only boy in the world I've ever had a crush on in my whole life, that includes Brad Pitt!
She pulls out a group of papers from the tub. She lays on the desk in front of me. About a dozen flawless A's are staring up at me. All of them signed at the top by none other than Reid Daniels.
"Well, you my input. Do what you want with it," she says, scooping up the papers and placing them neatly back in the tub.
"Thank you, Mrs. Fairwell. I'll ask him," I say, rising from my chair.
"I'm sure he won't disappoint you," she says, also rising from her chair.
"Thank you so much for your help and consern Mrs. Fairwell," I say, returning my gaze to the floor.
"Anytime, Vivian," she says.
"I'm sorry I ruined your day," I say.
"Oh, my dear, what do you mean?," she asks.
"Well, now that you know about Junee, you're going to be worrying and sad all day," I explain.
"Yes, that is true. But, I'm a worry wart anyways. I do have three children you know," she says, reminding me of my friend, and her youngest child, Dixxie waiting for me in the lunch room.
"Well, thank you. I guess I should get some lunch before fifth period starts and Dixxie starts to worry," I say, heading towards the door.
"You're welcome. Anytime Vivian! I'm here for you anytime."

I walk out the door and head to lunch, stopping in the bathroom along the way.
I really hope you enjoyed chapter two! Be on the lookout for chapter three!
I really hope you enjoyed chapter two! Be on the lookout for chapter three!