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// Story: Upgrade your grades 
// by Verzeih Turncoat 
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Sugarcoat was sitting in a comfortable room, not as big as she would had expected for a rich girl, but that was an illusion Silver Spoon had her own bathroom and a storage room as big as this very room so only her most precious belongings were placed here. She sat on a soft boxspringbed parts looking out of the window, parts looking at the girl sitting in front of her and most parts into the notebook in her hands. Sugarcoat was browsing through the papers while she pondered her options.
She could just tell Mister Fork that she had underestimated the task or that she was just not suited for a tutor. How would that look, a top student of Cristal Prep withdrawing from teaching a Canterlot High. That is not going to happen!
How about the money... No no no! How rude would that be... besides Mister Fork had already offered good money if she decided to take the job. She could use it.

Silver Spoon had not beliefed her eyes as Sugarcoat had stood on her door and now she was sitting here, in her room. Looking over her homework of the last week. What should she say? What can she say? She was here for a tutor job, not to help her. Ever had a dream that the closer it came the fullfil the more it troubled you. The more you want to take the last step the more you feared it could be the last move? This was how she feeled with Sugarcoat sitting behind her as she was working on the exercise book. Was she looking at her? Should she turn around to speak with her? Or should she finish the page to proof herself worthy of being teached? The pencil rested in her unease hand. Great how is she solving that?

The sound of lead on paper had stopped. Sugarcoat glimpsed over the edge of the paper what should she do know she never had been a tutor before. Should she let the girl think about the problem first or should she go to her and take the issue away from her? She should have talked to Moondancer about this kind of stuff before throwing herself into the role of a teacher.

Silverspoons mind raced with all the possibilities she could blow it. Come on, come on brain! Remember! She barely looked over her shoulder and saw how Sugarcoat stood up from the bed and walked to the door for the staircase. Blew it... .





Her hand slided down the handle of the handrail. She was slowly stepping down to the living room were Mister Fork was sitting on the couch watching some news on television. Sugarcoat took a short breath and thought to herself confidently, time to get out of her without losing her face. "Mister Fork,"- she said stepping into the room, -"might I ask why you searched for a tutor for your daughter? According to her notes she does fine on her own." The man was looking at her with questioning eyes. Wondering about the quick return of the teenager. The clock was only fifteen minutes older. He stood up and came around the corner to speak with her eye to eye.

"I am glad to hear that, but the thing is Silver Spoon wants to transfer to another school, your school, and she is pushing herself to hard. So we thought if we get a student of Crystal Prep as her a tutor we could calm her a little."

Sugarcoat was baffled: "She wants to go to Crystal Prep?" That was a motive she certainly could get behind. She herself wanted to get away from here because she didn´t wanted to have anything to do with Canterlot High. Even if there would have been another Friendship Games durring her schooltime she would not participate into it.

Silver Spoon´s father nodded and talked to Sugarcoat in the tone of a loving father that she would not had expected by a rich household like this: "Yes. Listen, if you could just push her efforts into the right direction... We don´t want her to panic over her academic performance but we also don´t want her to lose her vigor." He was nervous scratched the back of his neck, hoping she got what he and his wife wanted of her. Silverspeed was much better with words.

"You are paying me no matter the result as long as your daughter feels like she does progress?"





By stepping the stairs upwards felt like it was double the distance. Sugarcoat was not sure how she should feel about this. Sure it was easy money, but she was not even suppose to teach her anything. What is the point if, all she is going to do is to look over her notes and say: That is right, This is wrong. A proof sheet would do the same. Somehow that felt wrong to her. She reached the upper stair and opened the door without knocking.
Silver Spoon was sitting over her notebook her face burried into her hands and crying? Sugarcoat could not look away for some moments. Yes the girl was crying. Sugarcoat had never seen someone that took some study that much to heart. Yes, she had heard about this things to happen, but to have a person directly in front of her was alot different from just reading a story on the internet. Sugarcoat pushed her glasses into position and positioned herself to the right of tutoring student. She finally understood what Mister Fork ask of her.

"What seems to be the problem."

Silver Spoon looked at her with tearing eyes. What a strange gaze.