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Name: Mr. Tudor
Nickname: The Tudor
History: That's what he teaches. Mr. Tudor (Nicky) has been teaching at the school since it opened, one year ago. He had only just got out of teacher training college then. He has always had a passion for history and is glad he is teaching it.
Personality: Mr. Tudor is a very laid back techer. He doesn't care about homework, but does set it as he is required to. He lets his students talk and listen to music in lessons, and generally doesn't care. As long as they get good marks, if the class doesn't he'll take away those priveleges.
Description: He is quite tall and skinny, but works out a lot. He has mid-length black hair and brown eyes.

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Name: Stephanie Allison Hudson
Nickname: Steph
History: Stephanie was raised in a very normal family. They were neither rich nor poor. They were somewhere inbetween. When she was little, she was constantly listening to music, not the pop or normal 3 year old stuff. She liked the rock from the 80s. You could blame that on her parents always playing that around her. Neither the less, she grew to love it. Her favorite song when she was little was Unskinny Bop by Poison. That was really her first memory of 80s rock. The next one, has to be the funniest, though looking back now, she finds it quite sad. She was watching music videos with her father and Holy Diver by Dio came on and she corrected the title. Throughout her schooling years, she often had crushes. Never did they ask her out, only the losers she hated would ask her out. That caused her to often have moments when she refused to talk.Now a days, she likes the less popular bands, though some of the more people stuff does make it up there.
Personality: Moods go with her clothing. When she wears her favorite outfit, she is the best of her moods. This mood is when she is at her nicest. Her nicest mood is when she will brake he back to help you. This is also when she is at her most vulnerable. She, in this state, is very easy to take advantage of her and easy to pick her up. When she is wearing a bright and spunky outfit, she is well, bright and spunky. Almost always will she find the bright side of anything, no matter what it is. Someone die? They are in a better place, in her mind. In her darkest state of mind, she wears her darkest clothing. Everything will have a dark side, and that is it. Nothing ever will be happy when she is like this. Though, this mood rarely happens, it does show up time to time. There is, also, the rare chance that she will not have a matching mood often. When that happens, there is no way to tell what she will be like. Though, there are somethings that are always there, no matter the outfit. Constantly she is loyal. If you need anything, she will be there for you. Well, almost anything. There are somethings that cross her lines. She is always kind and caring. Though, she days have her days of 'if it doesn't help me, I ain't doing it.' When she is like that, watch out because you could be in for a world of hurt.
Description: Stephane is a pretty girl, but never will admit that. She is not the prettiest. Many times you will see her in a pair of jeans and a band t-shirt. Very rarely will she get dressed up. For her to dress up, it has to be a very special event. Her blonde hair goes to just below her shoulders, but you can see it in about three ways, which are done up big like the 80s, in a pony tail, or just plain. More often than not, she has it just plain. Many days, she does wear make-up. When she does, it is a simple color of eyeshadow and red lipstick. Nail polish, on the other hand, is something she always wears. Never is there a day she does without it. Jewerly is also something she enjoys wearing. Usually it is a bracelet with earrings, while other days she has more jewerly on than clothes. It all depends on her mood. When she is down in the dumps, do not expect anything more than sweat pants and a t-shirt. Her eyes can be a startling blue color, when she wants them to be. She has brown contacts, so very rarely are they their blue color.

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Mr. Tudor finished writing and looked around the class with tired eyes. He reached for his coffee mug and emptied the dregs into his mouth. It was last lesson on a friday and he just wanted to go home. Thank god there was only five minutes lest of the lesson. "Now, finish copying this down and you can go and live you lives. Actually, Steph, you need to stay back. I'd like a word about the decreasing quality of your homework," he sighed. He hated keeping students back, it bored him as much as it bored them. But Stephanie's work rate had been falling down over the last few weeks and he wanted his class to do brilliant, and to not get fired.

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Stephanie:
I looked up, nodding when he told me that me that I needed to stay back. I had been trying, I had really. It was just that I was struggling. I was used to teacher helping me with thing, and he seemed me laid back, like he expected us to get it. I copied it down, and then waited for the rest of the class to leave. When they did, I got up and walked over to him. "You wanted to speak to me about my homework?" I said.

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Mr. Tudor sighed and looked down at the little pile of paper in front of him. "Well, this is all of your past homework. See, this was the start of the year," he said quietly, holding up three sheets of paper, "this was excellent, perfect work. And this was last week," he held up a single piece of paper in the other hand, "c'mon Steph, something's not quite right here. Is it something happening at home, or are you being bullied? There has to be something that's changed this. I won't tell anyone, I just want to help," he finished and put down the paper. He stood up and walked to stand beside Steph, then looked down at the desk.

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Mr. Tudor sighed and looked down at the little pile of paper in front of him. "Well, this is all of your past homework. See, this was the start of the year," he said quietly, holding up three sheets of paper, "this was excellent, perfect work. And this was last week," he held up a single piece of paper in the other hand, "c'mon Steph, something's not quite right here. Is it something happening at home, or are you being bullied? There has to be something that's changed this. I won't tell anyone, I just want to help," he finished and put down the paper. He stood up and walked to stand beside Steph, then looked down at the desk.

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Stephanie:
"No, no nothing like that Mr. Tudor. I'll try to fix it." I said, lying on the first part. I was having issues, at home. My Mom finally got caught for drugs and prostitute, and that was our only source of income. This had made my Dad pretty angry, and since he couldn't hit my Mom, he started with me. He was also trying to get me into but I just would not go with it. I knew it was wrong and refused to be part of it. I looked up at him, my eyes showing that I was lying. I couldn't tell anyone, though. My Dad would beat me more if I did. "Is there anyway I can make it up?" I asked him.  

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Mr. Tudor looked down at her sadly, quickly able to tell by the wide sadness of her eyes that she was lying. But he guessed she had a reason to lie, and he wanted to find it out quite badly. But, he respected that she might have her reasons, and not telling him them was her choice. His hand twitched slightly, as he went to put an arm around her waist comfortingly, then stopped himself. Waist? That wasn't the place you put your hand to comfort someone, was it? Well, he never really had comforted someone before, and hadn't been comforted either. His arm raised slowly and slipped around her waist, yes, that felt right. "Well, I don't really know Steph. Maybe you could get George or someone to tutor you? Or just stay behind for the Wednesday homework club? There isn't a lot really I guess," he tried to smile encouragingly as he spoke, but he could feel the smile fading.

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Stephanie:
My eyes widened when he put his arm around my waist. What was he doing. Then, when he started to explain the things that I could do to fix the problem, I started crying. "I can't, I can't do any of those." I said, looking down. My Dad was going to be pretty mad with me staying after with this, staying after on a weekly bases was not an option. There was no way I could have someone tutor me, he wouldn't let me leave or anyone to come over.