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⋅˚₊‧ ୨𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐲 𝐢𝐬 𝐓𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭‧₊˚ ⋅

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅

𝘾𝙖𝙨𝙩 ᴀɪsʜᴡᴀʀʏᴀ ʀᴀɪ ʙᴀᴄʜᴄʜᴀɴ ᴀs ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ (ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴛʜᴇʀ)

           ᴠᴀsɪʟɪʏ sᴛᴇᴘᴀɴᴏᴠ ᴀs ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ᴄʜᴀsᴇ (ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ)

𝙋𝙖𝙞𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙜: ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ/ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ (ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ-ʙᴇɴᴅ ᴀɴɴᴀʙᴇᴛʜ ᴀɴᴅ ᴘᴇʀᴄʏ)

𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜: sᴍᴜᴛ

𝘾𝙤𝙣𝙩𝙚𝙭𝙩: ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ɪs ᴀ sɪɴɢʟᴇ ᴡᴏʀᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴏᴍ, sʜᴇ ʜᴀᴅ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ʜᴇʀ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ɴɪᴄᴏ, ᴡʜᴇɴ ɴɪᴄᴏ's ʙʀᴏᴛʜᴇʀ, ʜᴀᴅ ɢᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀʀ ᴀɴᴅ sᴀᴅʟʏ ᴅɪᴇᴅ ʟᴇᴀᴠɪɴɢ ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ᴏɴ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴛᴏ ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴄᴀʀᴇ ᴏғ ɴɪᴄᴏ. ɴɪᴄᴏ ᴀɴᴅ ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ʜᴀᴅ ɢʀᴏᴡɴ ᴠᴇʀʏ ᴄʟᴏsᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ᴏɴᴇ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴀs ɴᴏᴡ ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ᴄᴀʟʟs ɴɪᴄᴏ ʜᴇʀ ᴏᴡɴ ᴅᴀᴜɢʜᴛᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ɴɪᴄᴏ ᴄᴀʟʟ ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ᴍᴏᴍ. ᴇɴʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ ɪɴ ᴀ ɴᴇᴡ sᴄʜᴏᴏʟ, ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ \ ᴍᴇᴇᴛs ɴɪᴄᴏ's ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴍʀ. ᴄʜᴀsᴇ, ᴏʀ ᴡʜᴏ ʜᴇ ᴘʀᴇғᴇʀs ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴄᴀʟʟᴇᴅ ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ. ᴀɴᴛʜᴏɴʏ ᴀsᴋs ᴄᴏʀᴅᴇʟɪᴀ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴛᴏ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘᴀʀᴇɴᴛ ᴛᴇᴀᴄʜᴇʀ ᴄᴏɴғᴇʀᴇɴᴄᴇ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜᴇʀ ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ɴɪᴄᴏ's ᴇᴅᴜᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ, ʙᴜᴛ ᴛʜɪɴɢs ᴇɴᴅ ᴜᴘ ɴᴏᴛ ɢᴏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪᴛ ᴡᴀs ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴅ.

sᴇᴇ ɴᴏᴛᴇs ᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ.

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Cordelia's heart raced as she approached Anthony's classroom for their scheduled meeting. The sight of him sitting at his desk with a serious expression sent a shiver of nervousness down her spine. She couldn't help but notice the change in his appearance – his messy golden curly hair and the two buttons open on his shirt, revealing a necklace with beads on it of different colors ( probably one of the kids gave it to him) dangling against his chest. He looked completely different from the charming and flirtatious man she had encountered before.

"Hello Ms. Jackson, please, close the door behind you and take a seat," Anthony said in a serious tone, his eyes focused on something on his phone before he set it aside.

Cordelia silently nodded, feeling a knot form in her stomach as she quickly complied with his request, sitting opposite him. She couldn't help but feel a pang of anxiety at the somber atmosphere of the room.

Anthony cleared his throat, his expression growing more grave as he began to speak. " I wanted to talk to you about Nico's progress. I've been reviewing her recent assignments and assessments, and I have some concerns."

Cordelia's heart skipped a beat at his words, her mind racing with worry. "What kind of concerns?"

Anthony sighed, running a hand through his hair as he explained, "It seems like Nico is struggling with some basic concepts in English, particularly with pronunciation and comprehension. If we don't address these issues soon, it could impact her academic performance in the long run."

Cordelia's heart sank at the news, her mind whirling with thoughts of how to help her daughter. "Is there anything we can do to help her? Should she have tutoring or something?"