BRAT BREAKING
Mr Smith has to seek unconventional solutions to bring her daughter back in line.
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The bell rang over Prestige High School signaling the end of yet another school year. The pick up point looked more like the Met Gala than anything else with luxurious car after luxurious car passing by to pick the children. This was after all the luxurious school of luxurious schools. Everybody who was anybody took their child here and as a result it had become the arena for the ever going on dick measuring contest between the rich and currently the Smith's dick was looking embarrassingly small.
Mr Smith looked at the results again, wiping off his glasses for a third time in an attempt to see something different but the results remained stubbornly the same.
"This is it? There are no mistakes or anything?"
The Principal's face contorts into a light scowl.
"Trust me sir, our results don't have any mistakes but if you want we can have her papers remarked."
Mr Smith shook his head. The comment was a long shot anyway. He had hoped they had made a mistake in the name or she hadn't submitted some homework or maybe even all of her homework and that's why the results were so bad but no, this was it.
He looked over the results again. The best result was a C plus, in Gym! Embarrassing couldn't even begin to explain it.
With a flinch he remembers the one time he brought a B home and that was a B plus. He was incredibly lucky his parents had died already because this would have sent them straight to the grave and they would have probably taken his daughter along with them.
"I know you are probably already aware but your girl seems more interested in the night life and the club scene more than her studies and it's showing in her results, in addition to that her attitude isn't something to write home about either. Several teachers have requested to have her removed from their classes and we've had to move her about three times this year alone. I'm afraid that if this continues there won't be any of our staff willing to take her on…"
Heat rose through Mr Smith's body, he didn't think it could get any worse and yet here it was.
"She could be expelled?"
"I'm afraid so, but we may have a solution whenever we have a real problem student we recommend sending her here," the principal said handing over a card, "her methods are… unconventional but they work her last client is now at the top of her class, in fact she's in your daughter's class. A Miss Johnson."
Smith's hand tightened. Weren't they in the same situation a few months ago and now she was at the top of her class? He looked down at the card 'Mistress Jana'.
Mistress what the hell was that about?