Gemotions

The car ride home was full of a different kind of buzz. Michael had seen the school list, and when he saw "Mr. Henderson," he had to stifle a laugh. He pictured Mr. Henderson, still sporting that ridiculous comb-over, now in his late fifties. The same man who'd failed him in math, though Michael was convinced it was Henderson's fault.

He flexed his hand on the steering wheel, a sense of quiet triumph settling over him. He knew exactly what tactics his daughter, Sarah, needed to use to get ahead. He even had the old textbooks. This was going to be easy. He knew Mr. Henderson.