Bad Girl Wearing Glasses

This Isn't good

I froze at the entrance. His eyes stared into mine. The wannabe populars snickered. No one would know he was my father because after he abandoned my family when I was in year 6 and we moved towns to here, I changed my last name to my mum's. Mr. Nalstone. The man of my nightmares. And now my homeroom teacher.
"I believe your name is Alexia?" He asked in the voice that sent shivers down my spine.
"Yes it's nice to meet you Mr." I paused pretending to read the name on the board to make sure I wasn't seeing things "Nalstone." I gulped.
"Please take a seat." I slumped into my seat as Mark came in, apparently noticing him as well, because he went rigid and his smirk fell.
"Umm hello, sir. My name is Mark." He said as bravely as he could.
"Ooh are the bad people scared?" Sneered one of the wannabe populars.
Crystal.

"Crystal Mayland. Care to join me for a lunch date? Don't give me that look. Mark and Alexia here have been already dealt with and will be spending lunch with Mr. Ralton." His tone caused Crystal to sink into her seat. I'm sorry but I couldn't help myself.
"Ooh are the wannabe populars scared?" I sneered, mocking her voice.
"Miss Harigon. Recess with me today. Wow. First day and no play time. Good job."
Wait. I have to be in the same room as him all recess.
After sitting in silence and being too scared to pass notes to Mark, the bell rang. Everyone scurried out of the room and began chatting amongst themselves. Me and Mark looked at each other.
"I didn't know he was a teacher." He said finally.
"Me either. And now I have recess with him. I don't want you there. Him and I have some things to discuss." I said coolly. He nodded, understanding. "Tell Bella in class through text. Then at recess can you go to work and tell mum?" Me and mum owned a cafe. Well mum owned it and I worked there and got paid. He nodded again.
"Well, see you in maths."
I walked to the music rooms then it clicked. I'd recognised that my music and homeroom teachers were that same person.
My favourite subject was ruined. Because my dad was the music teacher.

I rushed, realising how late I was, but he was not there yet. Lucky. He arrived a couple minutes later, carrying a lot of stuff. It was my dad where my love of music came from. As a 3 year old, I started playing piano. Then in year 1 I started drums and violin as well. Then in year 3 I joined the band as a French horn player. My dad was a brilliant piano and French horn player. Even after he left, mum persuaded me to keep playing. I was hesitant at first but then kept going. She loved hearing me play violin most. I still played drums as they helped my understanding of rhythm up to scratch.
"Welcome to the year 9 elective music class. You have made a good choice choosing this as an elective. I must say though. There are not may people here, 14, wow I thought people would have been tripping over each other to audition for it.
In term 1, we will learn to play more complex piano pieces, term 2 we will learn the history of music. Then in term 3 each of you will choose someone to study a famous person in music history for example Bach. Then in term 4, you must learns piece in an instrument of your choice." After his introduction speech, we went to our keyboards and got given music. We gave everyone a piece except for me.
"Alexia, it has come to my attention that you have played piano prior to this year. Are you playing graded music?"
"Grade 5." I answered. He actually smiled. His real smile. The one that I hadn't seen for years. So many memories were associated with it. When I got straight a's in year 5. When I passed 4 AMEB exams in 6 days. So many days full of them.
"Impressive." He gave me one of Mozart's sonatina's.
"I love this piece." I whispered.
"I know." He whispered back. "And be prompt to my office at recess. It is located in the back of the music room." I nodded. I was confused. The whisper seemed like he was the same man that I knew 3 years ago. I have been taught by my mum to hate him. I can't tell whether or not to be nice to him. I quickly took out my phone and told Mark not to tell my mum. That is had a change of heart and I wanted to tell her. I didn't actually want to tell her at all. Mr. Nalstone knew my music skills so well and knew me. If mum found out that he was my music teacher I'm not sure if she would pull me out of here and go somewhere far away like she did when he first left us.
After I taught myself one page of the 8 page piece,the bell rang.
"Thank you for working so well today class. Your first assessment is in three lessons. If the piece I have given you is to easy or too hard, please let me know. Oh the piece is your assessment, or, more like the first part of it."

I then rushed out and grabbed my stuff and rushed out. I got my period two and three stuff and recess. Then I went to his office. I knocked hesitantly and opened the door.
"Good Morning Miss. Harigon." He emphasised the Harigon. Here we go.
"Why did you change your name?" He asked quietly, almost sadly.
"My family has two Harigon's in it so my previous last name did not suit me." I said with dignity. He nodded.
"Why did you leave?" He looked at me with surprise from how sharp my voice was.
"I could not lie to myself anymore. I needed to be somewhere true to my personality. I love you and your mother. But, there is something you should know. No- I didn't cheat. It's not a bad reason. I got accepted into an Orchestra to play French horn in the American Ballet. I toured with them for 3 years. Did Swan Lake, and Les Miserables. Then every time I saw a picture of you two, I was so upset and yeah."
I was suddenly angry with him. Who chooses a job over family? And doesn't tell them?
"Why did you leave us? Mum has to work 3 jobs. I work 2. Because you left us for a career. I would have chosen the job too, but told you I was and asked if you wanted to come. We could have all moved to America. You completely abandoned us. No contact for 3 years. We assumed you were married and with a whole other family."
"Could you please forgive me?" Wow. Did you really have to go there.
"No. You can work for it though. I have two more questions. When are we going to tell mum? She was devastated when you left. Always sad. She will be angry. Maybe."
"How about this weekend. We can go to a nice place if you tell her I am coming."
"No. You come to my house this afternoon. I will not be your messenger.
Next question. Why were you cold towards me in homeroom then so nice now?"
"I didn't know how to treat you. I was scared. When I heard you were the troublemaker, which I new you would become, I didn't know whether to be nice to you or not. Then you acted really mad with me so I followed your lead. Then you were scared and I couldn't be suddenly nice to you." I nodded, exhausted from so much information. 
"EeewwwwwwYou are dismissed." I left.