she fell in love in the first place

[triskeles]

	For the life of me, I cannot remember What made us think that we were wise And we'd never compromise For the life of me, I cannot believe We'd ever die for these sins We were merely freshmen

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so, like, I need 500 volunteer hours so people think I'm great

[seanoevil]

It was obvious that Genevieve Hudson didn't even go here. If it the cardigan and pleated skirt wasn't obvious enough, it was entering Beacon Hills High School after class had officially ended for the day and looking exceptionally lost. She hadn't ever been here before, but as an honor roll student who was striving to be valedictorian and aimed to get into an Ivy League school, she needed all the volunteer work she could get.

The guidance counselor at her posh private academy set her up with tutoring at the high school, but Genevieve hadn't a clue who or what she'd be tutoring. She just knew it would likely be an underclassman, and she was well equipped to help with any subject a freshman or sophomore would be taking. After all, the pressures at her school were much more intense than here.

After making inquiries at the main office, she found the empty classroom she'd be working in. She pushed two desks together and sat. And waited. This would only be an hour to two hours out of her afternoon and she'd still have time to get bubble tea with Jillian later. Yes good.

Gen no.

[chronicle]

The problem with living alone for so long, and no one knowing about it, was trying to keep it covered up for as long as possible. Cassie knew the risk she was running right now, but it made her harder to find, got her out of a system that could easily be tracked. And it meant that she didn't have to worry about trying to explain why a thirteen year old had alcohol in her possession, or why she had dizzy spells and the occasional blackout when she was struck but such a hard hitting vision.

But it also meant that she had to try and keep the school's scrutiny off her grades and behavior, so that they don't threaten the timeless classic of getting into contact with her parents or guardians. Which she is currently lacking.

So that means that she's going to need tutoring in a couple of her classes, because that'll satisfy them, right?

Right.

She enters the classroom she's been told to go to, pausing as she looks at the older girl that's already there. Of course they got some prep school... prep.

[seanoevil]

Genevieve smiled brightly when she saw the younger student enter the room. If there was one thing to be said about her, apart from being too nice, it was that she was too transparent with her emotions. So that painfully big and welcoming smile was completely genuine.

"Hi! You must be my student. My name's Genevieve. I'm so happy to meet you."

Run, Cassie. Run while you still can.

gen pls

[sixtypercent]

The thing about being new to Beacon Hills high school was that there were certain castes to find a place in. And at the top of these castes--hell, at the top of the school, was none other than Lydia Martin. What Lydia said, went, period. She knew everything, everyone, and anything that happened, at Beacon Hills--and some things didn't change in twenty years.

Currently, Lydia took up the position of chemistry teacher in charge, head of the science department, PTA mom, and everything else you could imagine. She was the Regina George of teachers, literally, and she was just as fierce with a red pen as Harris always had been.

She stops in the doorframe of the classroom and tosses a lock of her perfect strawberry blonde hair over her shoulder, stepping inside. "Security doesn't typically take well with intruders, no matter how well dressed they are."

It's hard to tell if any of that was sincere, but she does smile. Gen, have you met the teacher you're working with yet?

gen pls

[seanoevil]

For a moment, Genevieve was startled. That was what happened when she got too caught up in her own thoughts or her cell phone and forgot to pay attention to her surroundings. Honestly, it happened a lot. But the familiar voice registered immediately after, and she turned to face the doorway with a smile.

Hi, Mom.

"I guess I forgot to get a visitor's pass. Think you can cut me some slack just this once?"

[sixtypercent]

Clucking her tongue, Lydia reaches into her hand and pulls out a visitor's badge, affixed to a little clip, with Genevieve's picture on it--she strides into the room and adjusts her daughter's sweater, attaching it herself. "We'll see how your tutoring goes."

In all honesty, Lydia's little angel has turned out exactly as she should--the fact that she's here, tutoring the students from Beacon Hills instead of being tutored, is perfect, and she can't help the faint smile on her lips as she brushes a stray piece of hair out of Genevieve's face. "What you're doing is immensely important tonight; these kids are desperately in need of someone like you. Are you ready?"

It's Lydia speak for "I'm proud of you."

[seanoevil]

The smile comes easy, but then again, that's been a consistent thing throughout Genevieve's life. A sweet demeanor and a positive attitude allows for that. She straightens, aiming for the best posture she can manage while her mother fixes her sweater and attaches the nametag.

"I think I am, yes." She feels confident enough about this, but there is a trace of nervousness. That's understandable, considering this is her first time tutoring here. "I just hope I do well."