“Class dismissed.” Sir Kenneth announced as the bell rang, signaling the end of classes.
Ella remained seated as she began to fix her things to put them in her bag when she saw black slacks pass by her and a note fell on her lap. She stopped and looked down on the inconspicuous little note, but then she gingerly picked it up. She turned to the person who dropped it off; it was no one but their homeroom adviser. She shook her head to herself—she admitted that the teacher annoyed out of her. Like he tries so hard to come off mysterious, she snorted. With a sigh, she opened the note and read it.
“Meet me at the coffee shop at 6:30 PM,” The note said; that gave her an extra hour. Well, it seemed like she had another tutoring session today. Ella could not complain for she was getting it for
