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Chapter 2- Mother Doom

"Mum!" Summer swung open the front door. "I'm home!"

She locked the door behind her and took off her slightly heeled black shoes. They were against school policy but that's what made Summer want to wear them more. The school shoes she was meant to be wearing had been given to the dog a long while ago.

"Welcome back Sum." He Mother sounded grim. "Watch out for that-"

It was all ready too late as Summer knocked over a glass vase on the table and it hurled towards the ground, smashing into tiny serrated shards.

Mary, Summer's Mother, grimaced and gave Summer an I'll-get-you-later look before walking her daughter into the kitchen and glanced at her sternly. "We need to-"

"Talk? I know! I got your text!" Summer moaned. "Just get to the point."

Mart sighed and leaned against the counter, inspecting Summer as if she were an unknown species.

"Mum!" Summer demanded, clutching her phone, desperate to text her boyfriend. "If it's about the phone I swear I didn't touch it! Martine can tell you that!" Summer smiled awkwardly. "That is what you were gonna say... Right?"

"It's about your... Errr... Grades, dear." Mary said slowly, looking at Summer very confused. "What phone? What have you dragged Martine into this time?"

Summer opened her mouth but couldn't think of anything much to say. "... About my grades?" She finally said after a few awkward moments, smiling sweetly at her Mother hoping she'd forget it.

"Yes... Your grades have been slipping- a lot. Your teachers have noticed this and informed me and thought-"

Summer rolled her eyes in annoyance. Like she cared what her teachers thought.

"- it would be best if you had a tutor."

Summer looked at her Mother, blankly. "A-a tutor?" She stuttered, enraged. "Why would I need a tutor?!"

Mary breathed heavily. "I thought it would be best too-"

"But mum!"

Mary held up a hand for Summer to let her finish. "As I was saying. The school have gotten you a tutor so now Tuesdays, Wednesdays and Sundays at four your new tutor will come round and you will learn for three hours straight. No objections!"

Summer scowled. "My grades aren't that bad."

"Not that bad?!" Mary frowned, her voice raised. "You've been getting Ds all round. All I see is Ds! You need to be aiming higher! What's so funny?!"

Summer was in a fit of laughter and put a hand to her mouth. "N-nothing!" She sniggered, trying to compose herself. "Go on." She gestured for Mary to continue.

"Anyway... If you do not attend these sessions I will make sure you are grounded and your phone taken away." Mary told her seriously.

Summer groaned. How was this fair?

"I'll be upstairs." Summer growled, storming off.

Summer bounded onto her bed and saw that Damien had finally replied.

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From Damien:

Heyyy babe ;) wuu2?

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Summer smiled and propped herself up against the wall.

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From Summer:

Just chillin ya?

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"Sum!" Mary yelled to her daughter from the living room.

"Mum if it's about my grades then save it!" Summer yelled back.

"No, no! Your father's coming back Wednesday!"

Summer paled. Her Father had been overseas in the Navvy since Christmas and now nearly half a year later he was coming back. Ah yes, Summer remembered: it was her Mother's birthday in a week or so. Of course he wouldn't miss it, right?

Summer shut her eyes and ignored the incoming text from Damien. This was going to be a tough month.