eating a sandwich.
‘My goodness Phil. You need to sort out your life! You need to pull
up your grades, set things right with mom and dad AND learn the difference
between right and wrong! You’re stuffed man.’
‘Says who? I’m fine the way I am.’
‘Umm… Phil? You had a heart attack last year from drinking too much
cola! What if you have another one? What if dad’s right, you do end up
being a pizza boy? What if you fail the SAT’s and end up repeating twelfe
grade three times? And Phil, tell me, what if you stay a loser for the rest
of your life and nobody ends up employing you, helping you, loving you, or
caring about anything that happens to you?’
‘Well what if I think you’re a loser, you don’t care about me and
neither does mom, dad or anyone at school! Stuff you and stuff the rest of
the universe with it!’ Fry yelled at Yancy, and he ran off, too far for
Yancy to see where he was.
‘Phil…. come back!’ Yelled Yancy. But Fry had already ran about ten
blocks and Yancy couldn’t see him. He just hoped he would get to school on
time.When Fry was about thirty streets away and was sure that Yancy wasn’t
coming after him, he stopped and found his breath. Then he sat down on a
bus stop bench. For a few minutes he thought to himself. About what had
happened that morning. About whether he was likely to end up just like his
father imagined, and whether he should try harder at school. But he was
soon jolted out of thought by the sound of breaks, and a bus pulled up in
front of him. …to be continued!