7.5 Have Nothing to Do with Them

The next day, she was fine enough to take two classes before the long break at which she had to go see the principal.

From the call to her travel agent early in the morning, she had found out the most convenient time to travel to California was tomorrow. Unexpected, but she didn't have much of a choice.

The old bastard of a principal was grumpy as usual and failed to see how a teacher in his school could have, err. . . familial matters so important as to take the rest of the school week off, albeit it was just a day before the weekend.

She even had to pull the expecting mother card before the tough jerky finally agreed to let her have the rest of the day and the rest of the week off.

It just happened to be around the time scheduled to pick up her car at the garage, so she took a Uber to the place.

The garage was named 'The Zeunt Fix' and was an old but neat out-building that was