2 years ago
I tried to stifle the yawn but it was too late, my mother shot me a glare that would have stopped anyone in there tracks. I tried to ignore it and focus on the work that my mother gave us, math problems. Since she was a teacher she decided to homeschool us, for me it didn't matter - I don't need to be around people all the time - but my 8 year old sister hates it, so she might go to public school.
"Maika, Are you paying attention?" she looked at me sternly. I've heard horror stories about the teachers in schools, but none of them could compete with my mom.
"Yeah," I said, I don't know why she sat us all in the same class, I mean, I'm 12, and all my siblings are 4 years younger than me, how is she teaching us the same thing?
Well I had private lessons with her as well, but you can't expect me to bother listening to these lessons.
The next week my dad decided to go on a family trip, it took a lot of convincing stop learning for a while since mom immediately disagreed. My dad talked with her in the other room and she agreed, though I knew something was up when she came back paller and scared but quickly masked it.