n everything and get on with damn
breakfast?’
‘Not on your life commie!’ His dad said as he pulled out a razor from
his pocket and advanced towards Fry and his head of orange hair.
‘Yancy! I thought we talked about this? Philip is not a commie!’
Fry’s mom yelled as she ran between him and his dad.
‘Yeah? Well he does a damn good impression of one.’ His father
muttered as he put his razor back in his pocket and sat back down. ‘Now get
out of here boy, your mother and I have some serious issues to sort out.’
And Fry ran out the back door as quickly as humanly possible.A few minutes later, Fry caught up with Yancy. ‘Hey wait up loser.’ Fry
shouted, and Yancy stopped and waited for Fry to catch up to him.
‘What was that whole thing with you and dad about?’ Yancy asked.
‘Oh nothing much, he just thought I was a commie again. I don’t even
know what those damn things are. I just know he thinks i’m one and he
doesn’t like them.’
‘Yeah… I think they were something to do with when he was in Nam.
Anyways, we’d better get to school. I have english and we have a test. I
don’t wanna miss that.’
‘Why not? It’s just a stupid test. Anyways, why don’t you wag? I’ve
done it before. They say they’ll catch you but they never do.’
‘Oh my God. You wagged school? When?’ Asked Yancy in disbelief.
‘Oh, just in eighth grade. We had end of year exams and I freaked out
coz I didn’t study and so I wagged. No big deal.’ And Fry shrugged his
shoulders as if it were nothing more important than …to be continued!