On the noticeboard in every House commonroom was a new notice. Each was identical, and called the attention of the oldest students in the school. It read:
ATTENTION SEVENTH YEARS
An opportunity has arisen for any interested seventh years to gain teaching experience within this school. Supervised by a staff member, seventh year students may work on their own or in a pair to plan and execute a lesson for the younger students. If you would like to be involved, please sign your name below, along with the classes you would be happy to cover.
If you require more details, please see the Headmistress or your Head of House. Thank you.
Below this short note was ample space for any seventh year students to sign their name.
So far, the only thing in Lila St. Martin's year that was at all pleasing to her was the absence of Geoff Spindler. Other than not having to see him every day, though, nothing was even semi-right in her world, and it was beginning to make her crazy.
Her grand plans, which she had spent all summer working on, were going nowhere. She was hiding this from her mother and father, but wasn't sure how long they would keep eating the lies she fed them through the mail. Under all the stress of that and having to hear about RATS and thoughts on societal death, she still wasn't sleeping well, which was having fun wreaking merry hell on her already lackluster grades. Daddy was cross with her again, and Alban (the brat) had won some major award for excellence the same week Daddy had sent her the letter letting her know he was disappointed in the work she was turning out.
She was ready to scream. Or kill someone. Her first choices would have been her genius brother, annoyingly good sister, Morgaine, or Adam, but anyone would do. She wasn't always a picky person.
It was in this frame of mind that she first noticed the new notice while she checked for the password, figuring she did not have the stamina to deal with getting locked out on top of everything else. At first, she was prepared to just blow it off. She couldn't tarnish her image here much more short of throwing it into the end-of-the-year bonfire, and it was downright wrong to try teaching. That was like...working. A St. Martin girl did not work. It was just not done.
Her desire to look good again, however, kept pushing it to the edges of her mind, and then she heard that Morgaine had had the gall to sign up. That made her mad. She had long since decided to assume that everything Morgaine did, she did to spite Lila, and Morgaine Carey was no one to do anything that Lila St. Martin couldn't. Morgaine didn't even have married parents, and what sort of example was that for the younger students?
A bad one, that was what. Lila had an obligation to set a better one. If she finally showed Morgaine up in the process, it would just be an added perk.
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