Gemotions

"So, who's the teacher?" Emily asked her husband, a forced cheerfulness in her voice. He had a look on his face, a look of profound distress. He’d just gotten home from orientation. It was Mr. Davies. The same man who’d once assigned him to detention for not completing a history project. A wave of irritation washed over her.

She looked at her son, his bright, innocent face. The thought of him going through the same experiences made her feel a surge of protectiveness. She bit her lip, suppressing the urge to call the school and request a change. "Well, that's… interesting," she said, her voice strained.