Mrs Foster was not in a good mood when she approached Matthew Armstrong’s home. She did not like her students being put in difficult confrontations, and she was going to tell him so.
She banged on the door so hard, that any harder and the door would’ve been thrown from its hinges.
Matthew opened the door and frowned. His favourite plain black t-shirt, blue skinny jeans and red Conserve trainers were being worn. His hair was spiked up to its punk standard too, as he was no fan of flat hair. Mrs. Foster winced as soon as her eyes were drawn hypnotically to the tattoo’s that were showing on his arm. She found them distasteful and wondered why they wanted things drawn on their body, rather than have them drawn on a piece of paper, so that it could be put away when not needed.
“What is it?” Matthew growled, with an edge of annoyance to his voice.
“You know very well what I am here for, so let me in,” Lidah complained.
Matthew opened the door wider, and a very unhappy lady walked through into the hall.
“Could do with a bit of a clean in here, young man,” Lidah mumbled when seeing his guitars, music sheets and school exercise books piled high in the dusty hallway.
“You’re not my mum, so don’t tell me how to keep my house,” Matthew bit back.
He followed Lidah into the kitchen, his usual cool-self was wary. He knew what she was here for, and he knew that what he had done was wrong. He waited for her to begin.
“Young man, I cannot believe you approached Alison in the way that you did. You put her in a very difficult situation.”
“I know I did. But if you’d have told me what was going on, maybe I wouldn’t have needed to.”
“Until the union give the nod, all new applicants and missions are not to be mentioned, until confirmation has been agreed. If you read your rulebook you would have seen it. Section 24, number 324. It’s there in black and white.”
“I don’t think I managed to get that far in the book, just yet,” Matthew sneered, with a sarcastic smile.
“Well learn it. It would’ve meant that I would not have needed to come and tell you so,” Lidah suggested crossly. “Not only did you ask her out like that, but also I believe Mistie was in the room too.”
“Mistie? She’s as dizzy as a roundabout. I don’t think she would have understood what I was saying. She’s in a dream-world half the time. She is so annoying with all that smiling. I’d love to wipe it off her face permanently,” Matthew snarled.
“Matthew that is not a nice thing to say, she is a good teaching assistant. She never complains when given jobs to do.”
“I don’t like her. She gives me the creeps.”
“Well get used to her. She will be helping you in your classroom for a while. I have things that need sorting out, and she is not to be around whilst I am doing them.”
“Like this war that Alison was blabbing about in class the other day?” Matthew implored in an annoyed voice.
“She spoke about it in class?”
Lidah was surprised at this.
“Oh yes, probably the whole school knows, especially the way Sarah...