Tutor Unscramble Novels & Stories

In the end, I didn't move. Luca had picked up on my internal struggle and hesitation. Instead of getting mad, he pulled me into his arms. "Are you feeling ill?" I shook my head and replied, "I had a nightmare." As though something had suddenly popped into his mind, Luca's arms tightened around me, looking extremely anxious. "Believe me, Elena. To each other, Celia and I are nothing more than a parent and a personal tutor. Please don't misunderstand us." Parent and tutor? To him, was it appropriate for a tutor and her student's parent to get down and dirty in the wine cellar?

And then when they reached 1 foot away from the seniors, they stopped. A red-haired gentleman stood forward and scrambled the piece of papers in his hand. He coughed, and spoke; "Today is the first day of school, and we seniors will introduce the rooms dedicated for the three groups in CLASS 1- FURIES." Another senior continued; "Without further ado, let's start the tour around the school."

I cleaned up the breakfast plates, arranged the leftover fruit neatly on the counter, and straightened a few things just to keep my hands busy. Then my phone buzzed against the table. I frowned, wiping my hands on a towel as I picked it up. The number was unfamiliar—unknown. Curiosity sparked through the haze of fatigue. I hesitated for a second, then swiped the screen open. A single message glowed back at me. Hi Macey, can we meet?