Gary looked out the window, he was bored out of his mind. Why did his tutor have to over complicate everything? He sighed.
"Well if you're not going to listen, I don't know why I bother to teach you the skills you need in life!" His tutor huffed. Gary looked at him not really that bothered. "Look," started the tutor again "I know it's not easy being a Sheffield, but you have to know this content."
Gary looked out the window again silently wishing he could just fly away like the birds. Then the door opened, Gary quickly spun his head round to the board and pretended to write. The tutor sighed.
"He still isn't picking anything up, even though he's a bright kid." The tutor started.
"Well I guess he needs some motivation then..." the man at the door responded. Gary gulped. The tutor looked at him.
"Well actually, I'm quitting! This job is the worst and Gary never pays attention to me!" The tutor shouted dramatically. The man sighed.
"Okay then if you must leave, do..." The tutor then left the room quietly. Then the man turned to Gary.
"Son, that's the third one this fortnight! You need to get your act together, I won't always be around for you to rely on."
Gary sighed and looked at the floor. "I know... but I really want to go to an actual school and make some friends. I'm so lonely stuck in this house." He looked at his father in a begging fashion. His dad groaned.
"Gary. There are plenty of maids and butlers in this house that can be your friends you don't need to be mislead by rebellious teenagers." He responded. Gary frowned, that was always his response...