My dad is going to ground me for life! I looked down at the two “F’s” on my report card. How am I going to hide this? I need his signature. I guess I could forge his signature? No that will never work. My handwriting is big and his is small.
“Sweetie i’m home”
No it’s four thirty why is he home?!? I have to hide this.
“Sweetie?”
I guess I will shove it in my backpack. Why would he go in my backpack? He wouldn’t.
“Hey honey. How was school?”
“Oh hey Dad. It was…. Ok” Does he know? I think he does. I feel like my face is showing it.
“Jess are you feeling ok? You are so pale. It’s as if you are hiding something.”
“Oh yeah uh everything is um fine i’m just so ……….. Tired”
“It’s almost as if you did poorly on the report card that came today. I checked the mailbox and no mail from the school; guess I will have to call the school tomorrow and pick one up”
He knows. I guess I should just tell him. I mean what is the most he can do? He could take my phone again. He could take the car away again. I just need to breathe and give it to him. My hands are shaking; calm down.
“Here dad”