Henry had to tell his mother that
he failed his biology test. He had forgotten to study and made the worst grade
in the class. Once his school bus creaked to a stop in front of his house, he
trudged up his driveway with his eyes down.
“Hello
Henry how was your day?” Henry’s mom asked as she turned from the stovetop to
face him when he walked inside.
“Well,”
he said as he closed the door quietly. He could not even look at her. The house
then became eerily silent. “It was ok; I did not do my best on the biology
test. I failed it.”
“Is
that so?” she asked. “Why did you do so badly?” She tapped her foot
impatiently and crossed her arms in front of her chest.
“Because
of the horrible job the teacher did of teaching,” Henry fibbed. “Everyone else
did just as bad as me."
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