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purplekitteTitle: Failing
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Theme: Outer Senshi--Foster Family
Genre: General
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
“Teachers don’t know everything.”
“Of course they don’t,” Setsuna told her with no nonsense as she opened the jar of peanut butter.
“Don’t encourage her,” called over Michiru.
“Right. Teachers aren’t always right but they’re more likely to be than their students.”
Hotaru watched the lack of response her revelation was getting as Michiru cooked and Setsuna wrestled with a pickle jar and said, “Never mind.”
“Haruka!” yelled Setsuna.
She ran in from the garage. “What?”
“Jar.”
She took it and opened it with one twist. “How was your day, kiddo?”
“The worksheet was wrong but the teacher said I wasn’t allowed to change it. Which is dumb, but I didn’t say that, but I had to change it anyway or I wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“What worksheet?”
Hotaru produced from her backpack a paper asking about her father and mother and siblings that had been written over in blue ink and marked over by a red pen.
Haruka, Michiru, and Setsuna all looked at each other over her head.
“Of course no one else has three mommies but everyone knows that Kari lives with her father and his sisters or that Yasuhito lives with his grandmother. It was an okay worksheet to give everyone but we have to be able to rewrite it.”
“For once you’re right. Don’t let it go to your head,” Michiru told her daughter.
“Here’s your peanut butter and pickle sandwich.”
“Yay!” Hotaru jumped for it, all her problems forgotten.
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purplekitteTheme: Outer Senshi--Foster Family
Genre: General
Version: Manga
Rating: PG
“Teachers don’t know everything.”
“Of course they don’t,” Setsuna told her with no nonsense as she opened the jar of peanut butter.
“Don’t encourage her,” called over Michiru.
“Right. Teachers aren’t always right but they’re more likely to be than their students.”
Hotaru watched the lack of response her revelation was getting as Michiru cooked and Setsuna wrestled with a pickle jar and said, “Never mind.”
“Haruka!” yelled Setsuna.
She ran in from the garage. “What?”
“Jar.”
She took it and opened it with one twist. “How was your day, kiddo?”
“The worksheet was wrong but the teacher said I wasn’t allowed to change it. Which is dumb, but I didn’t say that, but I had to change it anyway or I wouldn’t be able to do it.”
“What worksheet?”
Hotaru produced from her backpack a paper asking about her father and mother and siblings that had been written over in blue ink and marked over by a red pen.
Haruka, Michiru, and Setsuna all looked at each other over her head.
“Of course no one else has three mommies but everyone knows that Kari lives with her father and his sisters or that Yasuhito lives with his grandmother. It was an okay worksheet to give everyone but we have to be able to rewrite it.”
“For once you’re right. Don’t let it go to your head,” Michiru told her daughter.
“Here’s your peanut butter and pickle sandwich.”
“Yay!” Hotaru jumped for it, all her problems forgotten.
