Marshall actually tried hard in his classes.
He remembered some of what he learned in the journals that jinx gave him but he often found himself still struggling here and there.
He was good at science and he wasn’t all that bad at English but he was a bit terrible at math.
None of it made sense to him. Because of his carefree school life he was flunking and it was all of his fault. He fell behind and now he needed his tutor to help him catch up.
He didn’t like her all that much but she couldn’t have been that bad.
But that bruise… he wondered about it. He was sure it was probably nothing.
Jinx worked through her last class of the day.
Concentrating though not on her work but coming up with problem sets for Marshall to do during their study session today.
She felt joy out of finally having power, but all at once she felt bad for him. Though she had no reason to feel bad, since they met all he had been to her was a bully. Pushed her into puddles. Pulled her hair. Pranked her, occasionally they had a fist fight and he usually won. Though he was more a fan of tripping her and pushing her as well as name calling, in front of others.
She should hate him. But she didn’t. He wasn’t like her parents.
Her parents left her physically and emotionally beaten and bruised and hurt. Scars and black bruises lined her back, arms, and even her ribs and legs.
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