Zandik sighed and sat down at his desk. He was supposed to be meeting with the parents of one of his students. He'd asked for the meeting because the student had been struggling to finish assignments lately and he wanted to make sure their parent understood the situation.

Honestly, Zandik wasn't looking forward to this at all. His patience had been ran thin; he was afraid that he was going to snap and blow up.

Zandik's red eyes flicked up to the door as a knock sounded on the other side. That must be them.

"Come in," Zandik rasped, running a hand through his shaggy, blue mullet, preparing himself for this dreaded conversation.