p class doctor!’ His father
yelled.
‘Well that sucks if you ask me.’ Said Fry, and he slouched back into
his chair and grabbed a knive and fork and began hoeing into his bacon and
eggs. ‘Anyways, how will you get the money to make up for my pay?’
His parents looked at each other before his mom said, ‘well, i’ll
have to get a job, and we’ll have to cut back on the treats, which means no
more cola for you Philip, and no more bacon and eggs Monday. We’ll have to
have cereal every morning from now on.’
‘What? That is so stupid!Why don’t we just kill ourselves instead?’
Fry announced, overeacting as usual.
‘Philip, sweetheart, I don’t think you understand how important this
is. You’re in ninth grade now, in three years you’ll be doing the SAT’s and
goodness knows where that will get you!’ His mom said, anxiously.
‘Forget it! Why are you doing this? So school isn’t my thing? Do you
really think you could change that? I mean, maybe I could pull my grades up
a little, i’ll admit that an F isn’t the greatest mark in history. If not
it’s the worst… but my point is that I don’t want to turn into one of
those nerds who sit there absorbed in an encyclopedia all day, and getting
top marks, and either end up overweight from eating too much, or anorexic
coz they never eat at all!’
‘Damn you Philip! With you everything turns into food. It’s like you
live off the damn stuff boy!’
‘Well duh dad, I do live off the damn stuff! If not for food i would
be dead. Now can we shut up about dam …to be continued!