Josie

“Work on the last sentence to make sure there isn’t a preposition at the end and you’re finished.”

Chad, my first tutee, gave me a lazy smile and worked on rewording his sentence. A sense of pride swelled in my chest at the sight of his accomplishment. I’d always loved to write, but I never thought about helping others.

When he finished, he thanked me, signed out and left me in an empty writing center. India groaned while she leaned back and stretched in her corner of the room. She’d dyed her hair pink this week, but it suited her.

Her pore-less, coffee colored skin worked with anything it seemed like.

“Good job today, Lee. You’re a natural.”

“Thank you. It feels good.” I glanced at the clock. “I guess it’s time for me to go.” I grabbed my bag from the floor.

India stood up when a guy walked into the room. “You have lunch plans?” she asked.

“No, I was just gonna grab something somewhere.”

“Matt is taking my spot, want to grab some with me? I’m gonna go to City Pork, they have a killer