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Quackity checked his watch for the fifth time in that hour as the parents of his students were arriving at the classroom, each one sitting at their kid's desk.
That day it was report card's day, he would have to give the parent's their children's grades and talk to them about upcoming school events or stuff like that. More importantly, there was one kid that he had to talk about to with their parent. He was a trouble kid, but he wasn't bad. The kid hadn't been working at school, his notes were incomplete or non-existent.
Quackity already recognized his mom, a short woman in her forties. He had talked to her a few times about her child, so he scanned te room to see if he found her to talk to her after. However, instead of her, he looked as a young looking person sat at the kid's desk.
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