You weigh up the options and home schooling wins. No uniforms, no timetables and rushing from one classroom to another and your mother almost always lets you have your way when your father isn't around.
"Mum can teach me." You insist.
"Then it's settled." You mother says happily. She never wanted to let you move away.
"Fine." Your father is obviously disapointed.
For the remainder of the holoidays your mother bussies herself collecting the neccessary supplies while you forget all about highschool and get on with enjoying your break.
Then one morning you are awoken by your mother pulling bakc the curtains. "Time to get up sleepy head." She says cheerfully. "I've got your breakfast ready, then it's time for class."
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