Little Mix as your moms (With Some Ships)

The Teacher Lies (Requested but Altered)

The name is Jesse Harley Pinnock-Edwards, the 15 year old son of Perrie Louise Pinnock-Edwards and Leigh-Anne Pinnock-Edwards.
(Leigh-Anne is Mum and Perrie is Mam, it's confusing when your parents are from two ends of the country)

Jesse's POV: My mathematics teacher doesn't treat me like my fellow peers instead intentionally marking me lower than everybody so when the reports go out and me and my two mothers read them, they are constantly filled with disappointment whilst I'm full with thinking that I'm pathetic and stupid.
"Jesse, you've failed yet another test. 1/30" Mum starts to complain, walking into my bedroom, carrying the test, all scrunched up because my school makes us take our tests home for our parents to read and I threw it in the bin, inconspicuously. As expected my mothers are extremely dissapointed in me for failing.

"You really need to start taking school seriously, bud. Otherwise you're not gonna pass your exams and get into college." She continues, side-eyeing me to which I just sigh and sit up on my bed.
"Mum, I want you to go through that test thoroughly and you'll discover something, use a calculator as some questions are difficult." I tell her, pointing at the test. She looks at me strangely before leading me to the kitchen to go through the test.

I just watch her go through the entire test and discover that I have instead got 28/30, she looks at me suspiciously before going through it again and finally comes to a conclusion when mam walks into the room and she looks through the paper, pulling the same confused expression as mum.
"Why is it graded so low when you got almost 100%?" Mam asks, glancing at my paper than at me. I just sit there and shrug my shoulders before crossing my arms and leaning back in my chair.

"I honestly wish I had a answer for that, mam. She's been doing it since Year 7 and it's the reason why my maths report is always so damn terrible!" I exclaim, grabbing my school bag and pulling out my maths book and pushing it in their direction. "Just read this entire thing, she's genuinely just horrendous at her job."

As expected, my two mums go through my entire book and thoroughly reviewing every single page, I don't have the best handwriting and my equations are quite scruffy but I'm doing my best, they read every negative  comment and grimance at my teacher's constant criticism when I've done nothing wrong.
"I have to agree with you, bud. I've had my fair share of teachers but I've never seen this sort of thing." Mum agrees with a frustrated expression on her face, shutting my exercise book.

Perrie's POV: Later that day, my wife and son are in the living room watching a film, I got to say something about the constant criticism otherwise nothing will change and Jesse will continue to get these horrible and really negative comments, damaging his self-esteem and love for the subject. I contemplate ringing up the school and reporting her to the headmaster and see what they do about it. It's the right thing to do in this situation so I call up the main reception.

"Hello, King George Secondary School, how can I help you?" The receptionist greets me in a cheery tone.
"Is it possible that I could speak to the headmaster if they are still there?" I inquire, sitting at the table.
"Yes, of course. One moment please, miss." The receptionist responds, the other end goes quiet for about 10 seconds before I hear the voice of the headmaster on the phone.

"Hello, Mr. Thomas speaking?" The headmaster greets me down the line. "How can I help you today?"
"Hi, I'm Mrs. Pinnock-Edwards, the mother of Jesse Pinnock Edwards in Year 11?" I tell him, reading his aforementioned book. "I would like to discuss a teacher as I think something is going on."
"Of course, what seems to be the issue?" He responds.
"Well, my son has this mathematics teacher named Miss Grayling. We recieved his mark for the latest test results and have found some discrepancies in the marking, she marked him having 1/30 but when we went through the test thoroughly we discovered that he had actually got 28/30..." I explain in full detail, reviewing the test.
"Okay, that is something that I will discuss with Miss Grayling. Is there anything else going on?" He asks in a suspicious tone.
"Yeah, after reviewing his test, he told us to read through his exercise book and when we did, his book was full of work but also some extremely horrendous comments from his teacher such as 'You need to work on your handwriting, it looks like a 5 year old did it' and 'You are never gonna pass your exams when your work looks like this monstrosity' among others. " I continue, sighing.
"That's not acceptable at all, I will be having a serious chat with her. Is it possible that you could send me some pictures of the comments through email?" He inquires.
"Yeah, I'll do it now." I reply, smiling slightly.
"Thank you and I would like to apologise for my employee's behaviour,  here at King George Secondary School, we want our students to feel accepted and not have to deal with this." He tells me before I hang up. I send him some photos of the worst ones that I could find.

This woman is preposterous if she thinks that she has the right to double-cross me and my family like that...