“You wanted to see me, Mrs. Fontaine?” Kate said, smiling coyly as she brushed her long black hair over her shoulder with one hand as she closed the door behind her.
“Yes I did. Recently I noticed a sharp drop in your performance, and I wanted to see if there were any issues I could help resolve.” Mrs. Fontaine said, with the usual tone she reserved for underperforming students–a mix of genuine concern crossed with a tiredness born out of years of hearing the same tired excuses.
Normally, she approached these meetings with a sense of futility, for she knew once a student’s grades started to slip, they rarely rose again. Still, she set aside time to meet with each student to see if there was some assistance she could provide.
Perhaps she’s struggling with something, Morgan Fontaine thought as she sat down at her desk, reaching for her gradebook, she’s usually one of my better students.
Kate sat across from her, far enough away from the desk that Morgan could see Kate’s short black skirt and the pink cotton stockings running up her thighs and disappearing under the pleated fabric. She crossed her legs and leaned forward ever so slightly when Morgan spoke.