Hey! I'm back, thanks to Steampunk Wilson and TwiDash FTW .Harmony Dash for reviewing the last chapter and for everyone who has favourited and followed thus far.
Warning: A bit of bad language.
See chapter 1 for the disclaimer and let's go.
17/09/2019
So today something finally dawned on me. The kids don't seem to actually go to school. Webby included, I see them all eating breakfast about 8:30 AM then they disappear for a little bit, then I see them about 10:30, then they disappear then they come back into the kitchen wanting lunch about 1 o clock, then they go back and then they're around permanently from about 4 o clock. And I don't know why it took me so long to grasp the concept that – summer is over, therefore what the hell are my kids DOING between 9 and 4 o clock except eating!?
So with this is mind, seeing as Donald is still having a lovely time on his bloody cruise, I went to the next best person to ask: Beakley. The conversation went as thus:
Me: Excuse me, Beakley, I don't suppose you know where my kids go to school? Because I'm a little bit concerned that I don't ever see them leaving the house?
Beakley: [Lowering her glasses and looking at me like I'm the stupidest person on earth and space] They go to school here, Miss Della.
Me: [Audibly surprised] What, here?
Beakley: Yes here.
Me: Wait a min - who teaches them then?
Beakley: [Taking off her glasses and cleaning them so she doesn't have to look at me] That would be me.
To be honest I was actually alright with this news. My main concerned had been that they boys weren't being educated at all and were having to find everything they wanted to know out of either the JWG or the internet, neither of which fills me with complete confidence.
So I thanked Beakley for agreeing to teach my boys – from what I've seen of them so far it's probably quite a challenge – and left her to it.
Well. I attempted to leave her to it. I got to the door and Beakley says. "They did go to school, you know."
No. I don't know. I haven't had chance to pin Donald down and get him to TELL me stuff about the boys upbringing yet, what with his being on a bloody WORLD CRUISE and all. [I mean, honestly, who does he think he is - Gladstone? Calm down, Della, it's really nice he's gone. He's probably really enjoying it…lucky thing]
So I said. "No, I didn't know. Why'd they stop?"
"Scrooge and Donald thought it would be beneficial if the boys were home educated so they could go on adventures more. Like you and Donald were when you were younger."
Now, you see, that sounds nice doesn't it? Like a little family tradition, but what Beakley conveniently forgot to mention was that due to the fact I was a pain in the arse from about 12 after out parents died I actually barely got through middle school. Then only the crappest high schools would accept me. So long story short I actually got kicked out of school at 16. [Having failed nearly every class except for Phis Ed, Science and Maths]
So I was a little bit concerned about WHY the boys were being home-schooled, they're only 11, surely there schools can't not stand the sight of them already!?
Anyway, no point worrying. I can have a lovely conversation with Donald when he FINALLY gets back from his cruise. Which is at the end of the month.
Ugh – HURRY UP OCTOBER!