“What were you thinking, submitting a note when I asked for it to be in a printed form?!” Dr. Johnson barked, waving my flimsy notebook in the air.
He was a tall, lanky and very temperamental man. I should have known better than trying to get on his bad side. But then again, I'd never intentionally wanna be on his bad side.
I just didn't remember the project because I was at home. Mum's incessant crying and trauma dumping on me, coupled with Dad's visit and their fights made me forget about school and my projects.
If I were at April's house at the time he gave the project, I would have gotten it done and printed too. It's one of the perks of being at April's house, I'm more academically focused there. That's why I hate that her Dad is trying to make it uncomfortable for me. And I hat
