I hate my tutor episode 2

😒I hate my tutor 😒
By Nwauwa Miriam C.

🌹Chapter 2🌹
(•°More bad news•°)

~Corrine~

Alright people, the storm I expected was unleashed,but…in a much bigger and dramatic way.
“What?!!! ” I screamed loudly, I could swear that even the chandeliers moved a little.

“That’s what your mom and I have agreed on Corinne, you know better than to object. ” Dad said in his typical ‘no-you-won’t-object voice.

“But I don’t agree, I don’t like any of these stupid things you and mom just blabbed out here! ” I whined in indignation.

“Cori.. “Mom began in her characteristic soft voice, which sometimes I loved and sometimes I hated. Well I definitely hated it now.
“hiring a tutor for you isn’t stupid. It’ll help improve your grades of course. ”
Oh come on mom, not you!� �I wailed inwardly. My mom was the only person who reasoned well with me. She was kind hearted enough to lift the two weeks ban that dad had imposed on me. She didn’t call me Corinne, like dad do, and she let me host parties when dad’s not around

“oh mom, please stop telling me all those…nonsense! You know I can perfectly read and pass my test, and not importantly, on my own! “I crossed my hand under my breast and began to pace the dining room. Dad had chosen a very sweet moment to drop his bombshell, just after dinner. Right now, I think I’m on the verge of getting an indigestion. But still it made no difference. If he had told me about his wonderful decision before dinner, I’d have lost my appetite and not had dinner. Either way, the prospect of hiring a tutor for me sounded so… Unpleasant, so degrading.

“Cori, your dad is right on this one. You need help…by help, I mean…a little assistance…”

“I know what help means mom! ” I snapped in irritation, cutting her off abruptly .” You guys are just so inconsiderate right now. You’re not even thinking about what I want! ”

“What you want may not always be the best for you. “Dad said in a gentle voice.
Hmm, that sounded philosophical. But hey, he’s a dad 😳 all dads are like that.
“We have to give you what’s best for you, even if you don’t like it. ” dad’s voice was Still soft and gentle. On a normal nerve wracking day, he’d lift his nose to the air and snort, “my decision is final Corrine, you may go to your room now.’

“That’s not fair! I’m going to be an adult soon, the least you can do is to let me make my own decision!” my fingers raked through my hair, while my other hand remained draped in my waist.
“You guys keep forcing your…your…erh… ” my index finger rolled in a continuous circle as I groped for the right word.

“Responsible parenthood?” dad annoyingly supplied. That snapped me into a childish tantrum, I stamped my feet heavily on the floor, it hurt a little.

“ah screw you mother! Screw you father! Screw the both of you! You’re the worse parents a teenager could ever ask for! ” I yelled at them, then stomped out of the dining room, ignoring my father’s stern call of: ‘Come back here young lady! ‘
I stormed into my room, roughly closing the door behind me, and then dived into my bed.
I hate them! I hate them!! I fuc*ing hate them!!!
I kicked off the duvet cover from my bed and began to punch the bare foam, imagining I was punching principal Edward’s ugly face. Stupid ugly man!
Sweet dripped down my forehead and rolled into my eyes. My eyes stung from the salty unwelcomed intruder and I automatically wiped my forehead with the sleeve of my robe. I move to the dressing table and with a vicious sweep of my hands, I shoved out everything on top of it. I sat down glumly and stared at my reflection in the mirror, supporting my chin with my left hand. My green eyes glittered with unshed tears, my small nose stood, proud and pert, in the middle of my face, while my full lips was drawn into a surly pout. Strands of red curls stuck to my face and my cheeks and I could feel some moistness around my armpit.
Damn parents! If only one didn’t have to depend on them to be born into this world, maybe life would be much more easier and pleasant to live. My eyes rested on the thin white piece of paper that hung on the wall, just close to edge of my vanity mirror. I sighed loudly as I silently read its content.
‘Kori Williams always wins… ‘
I had written that when I was fourteen, since then it had become like some sort of motto. Like in some flashbacks in movies, my mind reeled backwards. Well I did always win. Like when Danny Druppy( my brother) had just finished recording this new song, I had begged him to let me listen to it, but he had refused, insisting that I wait for the official date when it’d be released. Well i had his system hacked and I made a duplicate of the song. Though it wasn’t worth the effort, but I did win.
With a loud groan, I stood up and shed off the sticky, smelling robe before heading to the bathroom. With a contented sigh I sank deeper into the bathtub and closed my eyes. I could feel soap lather pulsating to rub off on my chin and the lower edge of my ears.
Cori Williams always win…
I opened my eyes again.
No she doesn’t always win, not with her parents.
With that depressing thought in mind, I took a lungful of air and submerged myself fully into the water.

******

“That’s not a fair assessment, especially when it’s coming from your parents.” Boon Yi’s clipped voice said as smoothly as always. Irrespective of the gloom that had hanged out with me throughout the day, I still managed to cast it off and admire her perfect accent. Especially the way she said ‘not’, like ‘knot’

“Yeah, your parents are quite mean if you ask me.” Debbie popped another bubble gum loudly, before raising up her phone to take a selfie.

“it’s not their fault. “I didn’t want to degrade my parents in front of my friends, especially when we were at the cafe, having lunch. “it’s the principal’s fault.” I swirled my spaghetti around my fork before shoving it into my mouth.

“That man is a bust. Why would he do something as silly as calling up your parents?” Boon Yi continued as she pushed off a lock of hair from her face.
I know you guys are wondering why I lkeep on mentioning this girl’s names. Well it turns out that Boon Yi and Debbie were my best friends. They were the only people I hanged out with in shool. I was very choosy about whom I hanged out with. They were both from rich families and our parents got along very well.
Boon Yi was a Korean, but she had been born and brought up in London (that accounts for her impeccable British accent) she could speak a little Korea and often used some Korean expression that I found extremely funny.
Sometimes she be like:’ Aigoo Cori, you didn’t have to be rude to miss Parker…’ She always used it when reprimanding me, but that only made me more mischievous as I would pull on her hair while laughing. She was three months older than me, Slim and trim. She was sweet and had a ready smile for everyone, and a great dancer too. That accounts for her fit figure.
Debbie was…well…Debbie. she almost all her time and energy on her instagram page which had about five hundred thousand followers. She was a picture freak, she took pictures almost everywhere, even in the toilet. Her long brown hair had been cut to shoulder level and was now dyed to a bright pink that looked top artificial. She was voluptuous and was very flirty when it came to cute guys.

“I don’t know girls.”I said airily,before taking a large bite of my meatballs. ,”But he’s definitely not worth taking over our discussion. “I continued.

“Nice talk. “Boon Yi said nodding.
Debbie leaned closer,placing her phone beside her glass of orange juice.

“So now that you’re going to have a tutor, that means you won’t come to the party on Friday?” she idly chewed on her gum, while her pale blue eyes were fixed on my face.

“uh,i don’t know for now, until a tutor is found, so hell yes, I dont see any reason why I can’t come to the party. ”

“Yay! Great! “Boon Yi clapped excitedly, her smile showing off the adorable gap in her teeth.

“I heard Hayden is going to be there, right Cori? ” Debbie asked as her eyes glittered with mischief. I just rolled my eyes as a smile brightened my face.

“Silly, I’ll just go grab that last piece of muffin in pat’s show glass. “I stood up and straightened my very short skirt. I didn’t care much about jeans, I liked showing off my flawless skin.
I walked to the last muffin in the show glass, I wanted the muffin.

“hey Miss Pat, how much for the muffin?” someone was asking miss Pat. I clenched and unexpected my fist, anger forming a knot in my throat.

“I want the muffin. “I said , as I sided up to the girl in an unhurried voice. She turned to look at me. I recognized her from yesterday, Tiffany I think.
I flashed her a sweet smile.

“Excuse me? ” She raised a brow.

“I want the muffin. ” there was only one muffin left and I wanted it. It’d be unfair to leave it for Tiffany.

“but I was here before you, I should be the one getting the muffin. ”
I didn’t reply to that, I instead opened my purse and slipped out a fifty dollar bill.

“Come on Pat.” I looked at the vendor. My eyes met her and I challenged her to dare refuse me.

“Give me the muffin’

“Pat! “Tiffanys voice came out strong and protesting. “do the right thing, I came here first. ”

“Pat? “I waved the note in front of the Woman’s face. I could see a drop of sweat roll down her forehead as she glanced at the fifty dollar note in my hand, and then at Tiffany’s face.

“Pat? ” Tiffany again. I rolled my eyes.

“Now listen Pat, I’m not going to keep waving this about all day.”

“Fine! Cori can have the muffin. “I heard Tiffanys silent gasp, a little smile touched my lips as I turned a triumphant eyes at her. She glared at me with so much hatred before turning around to leave.
My smile still stuck to my lips as I watched pat package the muffin.

“Keep the change.” The words left my lips smugly, like one who had the assurance that the world would still remain the way it was in the next hundred years.
Of course I win this time, but winning is my thing.
Cori Williams always win..
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Tbc