I was happily reading, giggling, kicking my feet… and BOOM, some bum ass teacher with no life comes and ruins the moment. MIND YOU, I was crying, but the way my eyes dried so fast
Who gives her the right to do that? Intruding in your student’s personal life, because you have a grudge against the kids from the school next door? Touch some grass lady…
What’s the point of getting her out the way when your husband’s also the root of the problem? Why meet a client separately when you’re BOTH marriage counselors and work TOGETHER?
It’s kinda giving “Boarding School Juliet” with the stupid ass school rivalry thing