❝My Little School Journal❞

❝Aish! I hate being the tutor of those morons! It's a living nightmare!❞

Oracle

I continued pacing back as the school dean told me to wait outside, I'm going to tutor 11 boys? I repeated the same question again, 11? But isn't that too much? What about my grades? A sigh escaped my lips as I decided to sit down, well, she did tell me that one of them only has trouble in English, and he's fine off with the other subjects. But that still doesn't lessen 11! How am I going to handle that? How's she sure that they won't mess this off?

Then the door opened, "Oracle, these are the young men you're going to tutor from now on."

Oh hell no..!