My mother and I had arrived home and she has begun her 1 hour binge online. Not long. I know but she is a headteacher so has a huge schedule. A Huge One. It consisted of board meetings, curriculum reviewing and teacher to student reviewing. All in all, she did a lot of reviewing.

Since she was hogging the computer, I trotted to my room and started on that physics homework. There were about 24 questions with 5 parts to each, I was going to be at my desk for a LONG time. So I began.

"Agnes! AGNES!" I hear my mum calling my name so I stalked towards her. She was standing in front of the stove with her pink fluffy apron (that is a serious health hazard) and stirring some yellow gloop in the pot.

"Yes Mother?" I drawl out while leaning my forehead against the door frame.

"What is F-EE-TA?" She said while holding onto a white sheet.

I had no idea what feeta was so I walked around her to look at the sheet of paper she was glancing at. Then I faced palmed. The stupid sheet meant FETA as in the cheese. The cheese that I don't know what it tastes or looks like. So I snatch the sheet out of her hand and lay it down on the dining table; with a red pen I write in clear capitals FETA. Then I put it back in her hand, she scans the edited word and just shakes her head.

"You can go now Child." My mum shooes me away and I just turn around and walk away.

Rude? I just got shooed by my own flesh and blood. I feel so betrayed-

Anyway, next point is that I have finished part of my physics homework and completed the rest of my assignments. I could now rest/ binge watch and browse on the internet until dinner of course. I took a seat at the super awesome spiny chair and logged onto the computer I then opened up google, typed in YouTube and began my favourite time of day.

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"AGNESS EVANS! Get those stupid things off your ears and come to dinner!" My mum is screeching to me as I nod my head to Adele's 'Set Fire to the Rain' while drawing a dinosaur taking a bite out of my bed in paint. I slowly inch my head around so I can look at her then slowly slip the headphones off my ears. They drop to the table with a slam and I walk towards my mum.

In the kitchen, I have seated myself on one of our chairs and just stared at the monstrosity that is my dinner. Since I had last seen it, it had not progressed any further in its evolution from slime to edible food. While I stared at it, my mother was violently grating a ton of cheese onto hers with a grimace on her face.

"Mum," I put a hand on her arm," can you finally accept the fact that this is one of your many kitchen failures?"

Her arm relaxes and she sighs then speed dials Dominoes. This happens a lot, so we have them on speed dial. Of course.

....

Jackson Scott. Jackson Scott. Jackson Sc-

"Shįt! Who poured water down the back of my shirt?" I hear someone shouting down the end the of corridor. That snapped me out of my trance of where Jackson Scott could be and I quickly race to room 8- History.

Quick note, I Hate History. And my teacher Mr Magnus. He is a tall, skinny, bony and horrible man. Horrible man that sets 5 pages of work every time we have homework. Sometimes 6. I have never in my entire life completed one of his essays, hence my continuous visits to history detentions. I refuse to complete them, it is torture. Torture.

So, I walked into history and sat in my seat then waited for Mr Magnus to come in and start lecturing me about my lack of homework. And as if he had a 6th sense he walked in, glared at me and slammed his fat teacher's planner down on the wooden desk

why did I take history for GCSE again?

"Class," No one even spared Mr Magnus a glance as he tried to begin the lesson so he pushed his glasses up his nose and bellowed, "CLASS, TAKE OUT YOUR HOMEWORK ASSIGNMENT."

Everyone shut up and pulled out this 6 page essays. Well I didn't, I just pulled out 3 sheets of paper titled WHY AGNES EVANS DISLIKES HISTORY. I had written in size 30 an essay relating to the title and even bothered to double check it. No doubt I would receive an after school detention and a letter home, but it was useless as the head teacher was kind of my mother and i was priority out of everyone is this school. So yeah, history means nothing to me.

Sir and his long bony legs strolled up to me and grabbed my sheets of paper only to say that the size of font was too large and I had a detention after school. Once he had made his way up to the front of the classroom, he turned the projector on and opened up his slideshow/lesson. Today we would be learning about the Russian Revolution of 1917.

*blah blah blah*

As he spoke I wrote down substantial notes and completed all the work he was setting during the lesson. At the end of the lesson I had produced 4 sides of good notes and answers to questions. Whilst I was pleased with the quality of my work, Mr Magnus had most likely decided that I hadn't done enough and asked me to stay behind.

The bell rang for lunch and I watched as my peers walked out of room 8 to go and eat their lunch.

As soon as the last person left Sir looked at me and said, "Agnes, you are a great history student in class but regarding homework, I have never seen you give me a fully completed piece of work. This is extremely disappointing as I know for a fact you could easily get an A from your class work and finished homework combined." He walked to his desk and took out a wad of A4 paper.

"So I am assigning you this. We have a new student joining us called Jackson Scott, if you can get him as good as you at history with fully completed homework you will get an A for your end of year report. I know you won't care about the GCSE but regarding your report I will give you an A." When he finished his sentence, he gave me the wad of paper and just looked at me, expecting and answer.

I took the wad said ok and walked out of the classroom. This was like The situation in guides all over again.

Now it was time for Lunchtime. Jackson Scott should be here today so I looked for Melissa as considering she was his cousin he should be near her. I scanned her selection of friends and recognised each face apart from one. This guy was my target now so I strolled across the canteen and tapped his shoulder.

Grey eyes turned around and stared at me which instantly made me awkward as I hated eye contact.

"Yes?" The boy said whilst scrunching his eyebrows together

"Um. Who are you- I mean as in are you new because not just anyone sits with Melissa and yeah sorry. Hi. My name is Agnes" I nervously replied whilst completely breaking eye contact

The boy's face pulled into a smile and it looked like he was trying not to laugh as he replied, "My- name is- Jackson Scott"

As soon as he said Jackson I whipped out the wad of paper Mr Magnus gave me and said, "well I am your new co-history teacher/mentor and this is our work we have to do from the teacher."

I handed him the papers and looked at him expectantly. What I didn't expect was for him to look like he was reading something in another language

"Sorry, you are going to have a hard time teaching me. I have extremely severe dyslexia..." Jackson looked up at me with a sorry expression on his face.

"Ah well, that will be a hard barrier but I still need to teach you to get an A. So I will do my research then get back to you on how I will teach you."

"Ok, great. Please take this alien manuscript from my hands and figure out how the hell you will get me a good grade, because many people have tried and many people have failed."

I slid the paper back into my bag, said sure and walked away. Your student having dyslexia makes it hard to teach someone a subject where you can only get a good grade if you can read and write. But if it is as severe as it sounds, this will be anything but a rollercoaster of a journey.

oh and I still have to plan him a birthday party.