“Mom, I don’t want a high school tutor! What if he’s someone from school? That would be awkward, and what if I make a fool of myself? They’ll probably tell everybody in the whole school!” I argued.
“Tegan, I can’t do anything now. It’s too late.” My mom said, like, it was nothing.
“Mom, come on! I’d rather take an old guy! Alone!” I pleaded.
“Tegan, I already told you. It’s too late. That’s final. You’re going.” My mom ordered.
I gave up, knowing I couldn’t win against my mom.
It was final. I was getting guitar lessons from some kid.
Nothing bad could happen, right?