Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

Parents Evening Goes Badly (Requested)

So I'm Evelyn Hailee Stephens, the 13 year old daughter of Jordan Stephens and Jade Amelia Stephens (nee. Thirlwall).

Evelyn's POV: So tonight is my school's parents's evening and for the first time, my parents are actually bothering attending it, but I've rather not attend to be honest cause one of the teachers there doesn't like me at all. Her name is Miss Richardson, my history teacher and also my form tutor and I'm legitimately the worst behaved in the entire class, every lesson causes another argument that results in me having millions of detentions at lunchtime and even afterschool on certain occasions. It's not that I don't like her, I just abhore the subject and how boring it is.

"Evelyn, our first teacher is Miss Richardson. Where is she, then?" My dad asks me, scanning the room as we enter. I reluctantly point towards her desk and we head over to them. She notices our presence and glares at me for a split second before putting on a big, fake smile. I smile back at her, wanting to vomit at her attitude.

"It's wonderful to meet you, Mr and Mrs. Stephens! Your daughter is a pleasure to teach." She greets my parents, shaking their hands but then throwing me a inconspicuous expression of pure hatred and disgust.
I sigh as we take our seats.
"So, how about we start off about her essays?" Miss Richardson suggests, pulling out all of my essays that I never really bothered with. My eyes go wide as they take a look at them.
"She's never really been able to finish them due to timing, right Evelyn?" She comments, giving me a stare to go along with it.
"Oh, um- yeah. All of the essays are super tricky so I don't get them done." I comment, going red with embarrassment.

"Not to be too critical, but these are very short and blunt with little to no marks." Mam tells me, sounding quite dissapointed in me. "They barely have more than one paragraph."
"That brings me to another point about Evelyn, her attitude during class... She is, let's say, quite argumentative and not very well behaved." My teacher continues, making my parents both stare at me, disappointment filling both of their faces. "And she is also very talkative during lessons, which can be a good thing but most of the time, it's when she should be getting on with her work." My mam and dad are very strict on my school performance as they both want me to do very well and succeed in all things academically so I can understand their anger at me.

"We are having a serious chat when we get home, young lady." Dad tells me, sternly before turning to Miss Richardson. "I would like to apologise for my daughter, she's not like this at home."
"Just a quick heads up that both me and your father are infuriated with you right now. Let's hope that your other subjects are better than this..." Mam adds, just as stern and angry as Dad.

Back at home: The rest of my subjects went alright to be honest, some good and some not so much but thankfully none as bad as history.
"To the kitchen, right now, young lady. You have some serious explaining to do about history." Mam instructs, taking off her shoes. "Me and your father have some deciding on your punishment for your actions."

I drag my feet to the kitchen and sit at the counter, regretting ever telling my mam and dad about parents' evening, I knew this was gonna happen from the way that Miss Richardson deals with me in the classroom, mostly she has given up on me learning history and has even told me to not bother doing history for my GCSE which makes me happier.

A few minutes later, my parents walk into the room, surprisingly looking calmer than earlier.
"Alright, we've been here before. Tell us why you're in trouble, young lady. Then we'll tell the severity of your punishment" Dad states, crossing his arms.
I sigh and reply, sheepishly "I'm in trouble because of my horrendous essays, attitude and behaviour in my history lessons, sir." They make me refer to them as 'sir' and 'ma'am' when I'm in trouble just to get the point across.
"Good, now your punishment is you are grounded for 2 weeks, you're doing the dishes all week and no phone or having any friends over." Mam tells me, authoritively. "Am I clear?"
"Yes, ma'am, I understand." I reply, respectively.
"Good, now go to your room and hand me your phone." She instructs, I pull my phone out of my pocket, handing it to her before heading to my room.