Helen Poston - Tuesday 4 September 2012 6th Period - World History with the Scooby Gang [Open]<br/><br/>"Mr. Baker doesn't let kids in his room that aren't his for after school tutoring. He says he's not paid to help just anyone, only his students.  Like he wants to help us anyway.  Every time I went for it last year his door was shut and he said he was working one on one with a student.  Usually Felicity.  He used to get real worked up and yell if I knocked on his door."  Helen shrugged her shoulders, the movement causing her hand to move slightly on Isolde's wrist.  "Oh, sorry," she said and pulled it back.  "You just looked like you needed a wrist hug, right?"<br/><br/>"Not my house.  My dad and uncle have the wrecker up in the front yard all torn up, and they'll be drinking beer and cussing a lot.  That's hard to study in."  And why she usually went to her closet.  They weren't bad men, would in fact stop on the side of the road in a rainstorm to help a lady change a flat and not even take a tip for it, but they got loud when they were drinking.  Plus, well, her house was embarrassing.<br/><br/>"Tell you what.  How about I go see Mr. Baker and let him yell at me then promise I'll go home and get it right.  You can hang out, maybe in the library?  I'll come get you and we can ride the tutorial bus to your house.  I'll figure out a way to get home later if your brother, Jeff?, can't take me.  Cool?" she asked, looking at Isolde and noticing how pretty her eyes were.  They had little circles of grey around them, and flecks of orange.  Super pretty.  Helen leaned forward a little bit to get a better view.