Hey guys, Here's part 2!
The day our third semester report cards came out, my heart
dropped into my stomach. My grade point average went from a 92 percent to a 79
percent. And... I had actually flunked English! How crazy was that?
I visualised what kind of horrible punishment my parents
would have in store for me because of my bad grades. I figured I would lose my
phone privileges or be grounded until the end of semester.
Before I went home that day, my new best friend invited me
to her birthday sleepover party. Everyone who was anyone in the school was
going to be there. I had no doubt that my parents wouldn't let me go once they
had seen my report card. There was only one thing for me to do. I would hide my
report card until after the party was over.
Weeks went by and my parents asked every day where my report
card was. I kept telling them that I didn't have it yet. The party came and
went and I decided to give them my report card. Only there was one problem... I couldn't remember where it was.
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