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know the rest. It was a Monday morning, and because of this, Fry got to
sleep in an extra two hours. He cherished Monday mornings as if they were
the Lord himself. Anyway, Fry pulled up a chair and slumped into it,
staring blankly at his parents who were staring unusually back at him. Fry
began to feel uneasy. ‘Is there something wrong…?’ He asked uncertainly.
‘No, only your grades.’ Said his dad grumpily.
‘My grades are absolutely fine!’ Fry yelled back, jumping out of his
seat in confusion.
‘No they’re not darling. We just got your report in the mail
yesterday. You got an F in every subject except art.’ His mom said.
‘What did I get in art?’
‘You got a B which we are very proud of, but it doesn’t make up for
the other marks!’ She replied.
‘I don’t understand. I thought I was doing OK. I even managed to suck
up to some of them! I’m real good at that! It’s a sinch!’ And he pulled out
his biggest puppy dog eyes and stuck a pencil behind his ear, as if eager
to learn.
‘Philip, sucking up is not how to get good marks! Working hard,
staying awake in class and participating is how to get good marks. Your
mother and I have thought really hard about this, and we have decided that
you should quit your job. You’re schoolwork is more important then a measly
$10 note and your mother and I can see that now. We want you to have a good
future and that is that. The last thing we would want is you to be working
as a pizza delivery boy when you could be a to …to be continued!