Mary's first few days at her new school were very much dreaded, and dare she think, horrible. It wasn't so much the people that bothered her, no, it was more along the lines of her classes. Sure, the young lass was exceptionally smart: mathematics, science, history, you name it, she was educated in it. However, not only were the methods of doing equations completely different in Scotland than in America, but Mary hadn't been taught much United States history, or none at all for that matter. It was even worse for Mary when her history teacher had decided to call on her for an answer and she couldn't give one but instead gave the teacher a "deer in the headlights" sort of look and bit her lip, all the while a few of her peers snickered at her. As if that weren't bad enough, her teacher had instructed for her to meet with a tutor in the after hours of school.
The dark-haired beauty couldn't help but feel a bit embarrassed for having to see a tutor for something that should be so simple. In fact, it would have made her feel a lot better if it were something more complicated like math. Nevertheless, Mary knew she had to suck it up and go with it or else she would never catch up in her studies. Taking a deep breath, she opened the door to the library. Her eyes scanning the room, she spotted a young man reading a book. Not quite sure if he was the one she was looking for, she hesitantly made her way towards him. "Uhm.. Mr. Coldwater?" she asked nicely, her Scottish accent heavy.