As I shuffled into
the classroom, I knew that Mr. Van Camp would never believe me. I looked at my
scuffed shoes and mumbled, “My homework is not done, Sir. I do have a good
excuse though."
“This is not
the first time your homework has not been completed. Perhaps," Mr. Van
Camp suggested, "it's time to speak with your parents."
"Please,
you have no idea what will happen to me if you phone my home," I moaned.
It looked as if he was going to fall for my story.
"Well,
let's hear your excuse. It better be good."
“If you
call home, my parents will make me get a dog but I hate dogs and they won’t let
me get my dream pet, ‘the naked mole rat’.”
“Fine”,
Mr. Van Camp exclaimed.
“Thank
you so very much!” I said, as I walked to my desk and sat down as class
started.
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