Part 2

It was the third hour of school. And thanks to my friend I hadn't had time to learn for English - we had so much homework and I first had to make it and I hadn't made it in the weekend, because I hate the subject English so much - and we got, of course, an unexpected test.
I didn't even fill in one question. I looked at it and nothing that I understood. Quite strange, because I had made my homework!
,,Alexandra?" I suddenly heard someone whispering. I looked to the cause of the voice, and I saw ms. Cupsong standing next to my table.
,,Yes?" I said.
She explained: ,,I worry about you." She let that sink in. ,,You only get failing grades. I want you to come after this lesson to me, so that I can talk with you. That is possible, because you have next hour no lesson. Do you want to go then?"
Uh-oh, if I accepted this, I would have to explain how it came that I only got failing grades, and I would get punished. On the other side, if I didn't go then, I would have to come and talk another time. I decided to go after this hour, otherwise I'd only worry about what would happen there. So I said: ,,Okay, that's right, miss Cupsong. I also don't know how it's possible I haven't ever had a satisfactory grade..." That was not true, but I did not want to tell the real reason to her.
The hour went fast, and before I knew it, it was time to talk with her. I had invented much gammon and spinach during the lesson, but none of those were able to be used in a regular conversation. I would tell her the truth, I thought.
She waited for the other pupils to leave, and when they all had left the classroom, she asked me to come to her office. She tapped on it.
,,Well. Finally we are here together. Let's talk about this. How did you get here? You belong to somewhere else!" She looked desperate.
I asked: ,,But, we would talk about my test-"
,,That's not important now. Go to your home and tell your mother I have warned you." She watched me with concern. ,,Before it's too late! Go to your home with your friend Amie and do what I've said before. Now! Your mother will bring you to somewhere. There is nothing more I can tell you."
I hesistated. ,,And do it now!" ms. Cupsong said.
I ran to the door. I opened it; and my least favourite teacher stood in the opening of the door.