The Tutor
Callista Walsh sat at the table in a quiet corner of the library, far from the children's section and computer lab, bouncing the eraser of her pencil off of her book. Her tutor was already twenty minutes late for what was only supposed to be an hour and a half long lesson. And Callista totally had things to do today beyond just sit around and wait. Tutoring was supposed to last from 9:30-11:00, at 11:30 she was going to meet her boyfriend near the mall for lunch, at 1:00 she was going to go to the mall with some of her friends, at 5:00 she was going to get dinner with her dad, and at 8:00 p.m. she was going to baby sit for Ms. Gupta. This bullshit was like seriously throwing off her entire day.
Hell, she wouldn't even be here in the first place if her mother was a complete psyc
