mirror, mirror

“Not sure what you want me to say.”

“What do you need help with?”

“Everything. English, History, Psych.. all that stuff.”

“What are you having problems with?”

“Everything.”

“Well if you need help with maths I will gladly help.”

“Who would even consider taking Maths?”

“What are you taking?”

“English, Psych, Art and History.”

“Oh…”

“For what?”

“All my classes.”

“Why in the world do you need that many tutors?” 

“Because I’m bad.”

“Sounds like a lot.”

“Yeah.. or I’ll just fail.”

“Unfortunate.”

“What do you need help on?”

“Everything.”

“I thought you were used to me being sarcastic by now.”

“Some of it is bitchy some is sarcastic. The line is thin.”

“Oh, absolutely.”

“I know you like it. Don’t act so sarcastic.”

Glaring at the girl she took her hand down, realizing she shouldn’t care what other people think of her right now. Her appearance wasn’t the most important part of anybodies life. The other was just being mean, but really it just made her realize she didn’t give a fuck. 

“Hm… oh. No one, I was just… I mean generally, everywhere.”

“Guess it’s a cruel world.”