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�Tohma?� I whispered.

�What?� he whispered back, humoring me. We were in the apartment, sitting on his couch, only inches from one another.

�Did you talk to Mr., um, LeFevre, right?�

He smiled. �Yes, it�s Mr. LeFevre, and yes I talked to him.�

�Is he nice?�

�Yes. He�s a thousand times nicer than Mr. Mignion, and a billion times better than your mother.� I didn�t like the implication that my mother was a bad person, even though I knew she was.

�Okay,� I yawned. We were in our pajamas and had just finished a movie. I should have been going to bed, but didn�t want to move. I kissed his cheek like I was on my way, but didn�t move. I curled up closer, and the two of us fell asleep there, wrapped up against each other. He was so good to me.

The next morning I found out how great Mr. LeFevre really was. First of all, he didn�t make me stand and give a speech about myself. All he did was say my name and point at me. �Meet him, people,� he instructed, and then went on with the History lesson. I didn�t know anyone in the class, but we were starting much farther back than Mrs. Ernst. That was good, because I knew zero American History. There were only six of us in this class, so we all got personal time with him. He started me with seventh grade work. I know this because I was using a seventh grade book. I actually managed to get through the whole thing by the end of the year. Once I could read, I raced right through it, catching up with the others quickly.

After that it was English. There were only four in here, including Willow. She smiled and sat beside me. �Hey,� I said.

�Hey. So you�re in here for History too?�

�Yeah. And Reading.�

Her eyes lit up. �Great. Me too. I�m in here all day, except electives and History.� I nodded, smiling. Mr. LeFevre introduced me again, then set the others to stuff they�d been doing. He helped them each get started, them came to me.

�Alright Eiri,� he said. �Where are we?� I told him I could write very little and my hand writing sucked. He smiled. He started me out with the ABC�s, writing each one ten times, capital and lower case. By the end, I was doing pretty well. In Reading I learned some basic stuff. I could tell that he wasn�t used to working with someone as low as me, and I didn�t like being a burden, but I couldn�t go anywhere else.

After lunch I walked into the Choir room shyly. Willow instantly saw me and waved me over. �Are you joining us?� she asked. I nodded. �Oh goody! We�ve only got two boys in here now, but you�ll do fine.� She took me to the teacher, Mrs. Rayfield she said, and I was tested quickly. She had me sit with the other boy and just listen. It was fun, and I was looking forward to singing with the group. The other boy, Michael, told me he was a bass. The teacher had been going without any tenor and she was unhappy. We both crossed our fingers that I would be a bass so we would have someone else to back us up.

On Monday, Mr. Mignion gave us worksheets for homework to begin in class. They were all word problems and he wouldn�t let me read them aloud. So he gave me a �warning� for not working, and that next time it would be a detention.

It didn�t even cross my mind to mention it to Tohma. Well, maybe it did, but I didn�t. I did the worksheet when I got home that day, and did some simple reading and writing exercises for Mr. LeFevre.

For the rest of the month, I had detentions with Mr. Mignion for not working almost everyday. I had wondered what Tohma would think, but he was being home right after school less and less often lately.

The first week in October, I had a test in every single one of my core classes. And three of them were with Mr. LeFevre. Monday�s test was History. I did pretty well, and Mr. LeFevre helped me read through some of the questions. Tuesday was Science, and I felt confident as I left the classroom. Wednesday I took an English test. That one was harder, but I was sure I�d at least passed. Reading on Thursday was simple enough other than the actual reading of the questions. Then Friday dawned.

I had studied hard all week, but I woke up feeling ill. I tried to get out of going, but Tohma made me. Mr. Mignion passed out the tests, and I stared at mine. I had worked hard on numbers. Learning their spellings and sounds, but the symbols on this sheet were foreign to me. I didn�t know what they meant.

He had written them all out, just like the last two tests we�d had, and the next one as well. And I couldn�t answer a single one. I tried, but I knew I was going to fail. And miserably. At lunch everyone was complaining about it, so I felt a little better that I wasn�t the only one to have trouble with it.

On Monday, the tests all came back. I�d passed every one with at least a �B�, except for Math. It had a large �F� written across the paper in red ink. I had gotten one question correct of the three I�d answered. They were the only ones with numerals on the page, but they had each had different directions. I was, once again, feeling sick. I spent lunch in the restroom, seriously thinking I would vomit. But I didn�t. So I went to Choir, where I was singing as a tenor.

The month dragged along slightly, and the quarter ended with grades being sent home. I came out to breakfast at about nine Saturday morning. Tohma was sitting at the table, looking over the mail. I sat down, and he handed me the letter he was reading. It was from Mika and I read it excitedly. She just said that they were getting along and hadn�t seen anything of Mother. I looked back to Tohma, smiling, as I finished the letter. He was looking at something else, with an expression of mild concern. I watched him for a moment, nibbling at the toast on my plate. He put down the paper and looked at me. He slid it across the table to me. It was my grade card.

�Eiri,� he said. I looked at it. Back home, the only thing on that wouldn�t have been a �C� was Math, with an �A�. Looking now, the �C� �s were �B� �s and Math was a �D�. A low one, Mr. Mignion had been sure to point out. I swallowed. �Eiri, you�re doing well. But why is your math suffering?� I shrugged, not wanting to get into the problem. �Can I see some papers? Or a test?�

I went and dug out what I had home. The first few homework sheets I handed Tohma were all �100%� �s. �Well, these aren�t so bad,� he muttered. Then I gave him the papers we�d had to do in class. Those were �F� �s. �Eiri�� Then I gave him the four tests we�d taken, none with a grade higher than three percent. �Oh, Eiri. What happened?� he asked. I took a deep, shaking breath and told him everything that had happened for the last nine weeks.

When I was done, he pulled me into a hug, and promised to talk to the principal about Mr. Mignion.~
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