Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

Why was I born like this, mum (part 2)

Andre's POV:
I am honestly sick and tired of these little s*its picking on Avery, so I've decided that I'm gonna have one last comversation with that damn headteacher and then I'll be moving her to a special needs school. I walk into reception and up to the front desk.
"Hello, sir. How may I help you today?" The lady at the desk says whilst looking at me.
"Yes, I want to see the headmaster immediately." I tell her.
"He is extremely busy at the moment. You have to call in and book an apointment." She says.
"Then I will sit here and wait, no matter what you say." I say and take a seat.
"Sir, if you do not leave. I will be contacting the campus police." She warns me and I sit there and stare at me.
"Why do I have to book an-" I get cut off.
"Mr. Gray how may I help you today?" The headmaster walks in and asks.
"Hello, Mr. Roberts. May I have a little chat with you in your office?" I ask him politely.
"Yes of course!" He tells me and leads me into his office "Please take a seat, sir" I take a seat and he does the same.
"What seems to be the issue then?" He asks me politely.
"Well, Avery's bullying hasn't stopped." I tell him.
"Ah, I won't lie to you. This school is the number 1 school for kids getting bullied in London. We here at Charles Dawin Secondary School, we do not condone any type of bullying. I will have a chat with the teachers and students after lunch today." He tells me.
"Oh you will?" I ask sarcastically. "Mate, I don't exactly think you know who you are messing around with here. You obviously have no control over the kids here at this school and so, I'm bloody taking both my children Ethan and Avery out of this school. Thank you and have a great day." I say and walk out to him stunned. I hear an announcement come over the intercom. "Can Ethan Gray report to the reception, your father is here for you. That's Ethan Gray." Soon enough my eldest son walks through the door and hugs me tightly to which I accept.
"What's going on, dad?" He asks me.
"You're moving schools, son. That's what is going on." I tell him and he smiles.
"Finally, I'm done with these f*ckers!" He says and I chuckle.
"Come on, we'll head out for some lunch later." I say and we leave the premises.

(This has actually happened to my sister in real life: She was getting thrown into lockers and called very rude names. So my dad did exactly what Andre did here.)