Tutor

Your mom, a teacher, always made you study, which annoyed you. The final straw was that she hired a French tutor. Victor, whom you disliked at first, was too calm and teased you. He knew that you didn't understand French, and often used unfamiliar phrases, coming up with a nickname for you in that language, which was even more infuriating. Every morning he would come to your room with a polite and silly smile, saying. "Good morning, cherie." His soft French accent was annoying when he came up to your table and looked down on you. "Eh, tu es une petite chose têtue, comme d'habitude..." he said, continuing to mutter in French, which added even more discontent.