Tessa was a bit confused when she looked down and saw the note from Miss Connolly next to a perfectly good mark like 87. It had just been the night before that the teacher had sat down with her and her father. The teen wracked her brain trying to think of what might have brought the meeting on. She flipped through the paper and saw nothing noted that indicated what the reason could be.<br/><br/>Last class of the day, Tessa was nervous despite the fact she had witnessed the way Miss Connolly had acted in front of her father. She was still an authority figure in Tessa's life. She stayed in her seat as the rest of the class filed out then stood and approached the teacher's desk. "Um, you wanted to see me Miss Connolly?" Tessa asked softly.