The Lesson Cannot Teach Itself!

                                    

                                          
     "Now, if you'll excuse me, I believe that my detention has ended, and I would like to get home." I decide to end the fight. I take my crutches, and without another word, I was out of the room, leaving the others to sit in their silence. I could hear Arthur, but I didn't make a big deal out of it, as I knew that he knew that I was justified in the way I had acted out. And he knew I was too stubborn to admit that I might have overreacted. And I didn't! I acted as many others would. I was silent all the way up until I had taken a seat in my car, which was being driven by Arthur. I sat in the back, so that I had room to lift my booted foot to rest in the extra seats beside me. 
                          
"You know that they feel bad, and they want to make it up to you." Arthur started .
                          
"Well, they are doing a very poor job." I snap, before sighing and apologizing to Arthur for my tone of voice I used that was very unnecessary. I look down at my hands, which rested in my lap. "I want to forgive them, but I don't think that I ever could. Especially after Hikaru and Kaoru's thoughts on the project in class, and the way that Tamaki had acted in the detention room. And I can't get over that they expected me to purposefully lose the war just for them. They expect everything that they want to just be placed right in front of them. They expect everything to go the way they want it to, but they need to learn that life is not that easy." 
                          
"Why don't you talk to them about it? Why don't you teach them this? This fight won't be resolved unless you make an effort to fix it. Letting the fire burn, it may weaken, but depending on the environment, it will continue to burn and may even become worse. They are new to the fact of what we are, and they don't know how to cope with it. And being confused and upset, can make someone do something they don't want to do." 
                          
"Because, as I said, they have everything just given to them. They make no effort in their lives and they need to learn that not everyone will just crawl back to them. Sometimes, they need to get on their knees and beg. They should learn it themselves, not be taught step by step, that's the whole point of a lesson right? There is a teacher to play a role in it by teaching it and hinting at the end result for the student, but it is the student's job to learn it and use that information in their lives. You will not learn if the teacher out right gives you the answer, you need to be given clues and you need to learn it yourself. The teacher can't teach them and make sure they know it, learn it, and keep it with them. That is the student's job. Does a parable outright say the moral of the story? No, it is hinted at, and beats around the bush for the reader to recognize."
                          
"Well, then play the teacher, instead of running from them. Otherwise, they will never learn, and the flame will only be fueled. " He replied. 
                          
"Hmm, I guess you right." I hummed.
                          
The rest of the car ride to my house was silent except for the hum of the car along the road. As soon as I got home, Arthur had helped me inside and sat me on the couch so that I could finish my homework and my paperwork. Quietly, he put my stuff away for me, and even helped clean the house, but he dared not step in the kitchen, knowing the end result of what had happened the last time he tried to help make dinner for me. 
                          
And right before he left, to return to his home, he stopped and turned to me, giving me a soft smile. "Y/n, I know that you will be a great teacher to them. And for me, could you just please try? I hate seeing you so upset and hurting yourself so much out of the anger that they cause you. Please." I smiled and nodded to him before he closed the door behind himself and left. 
                          
A few minutes after he had walked out, I had remembered something.
                          
"Damn! I forgot to ask him who is going to school with me tomorrow!" I groan, but only push the thought to the back of my mind, relying on whomever it is to arrive on time tomorrow. I had already finished my homework by the time I was done eating, so I then switched to my paperwork. Majority of the papers were propositions for politics, complaints about politicians, and a few contracts. Nothing too difficult to finish. As soon as I was done, I put everything away as best I could in my condition. 
                          
I then stood up and took my crutches in my hands and placed them under my arms. Due to my inability to ascend stairs without help, as long as I was relying on my crutches to move, I would be sleeping in my extra guest room on the first floor. 
                          
After changing, with my maids help, I got into bed and attempted to fall asleep. 
                          
(Who should go with Y/n to school tomorrow?)