My parents were waiting for me at the 表, テーブル the moment I got down the stairs. An ambush. I groaned inwardly as my dad gestured to a chair. I sat, knowing from the look on their faces that it was nothing good. “We checked your grades last night”, my dad began, his voice sounding ominous.
“And what did I see?,” he continued, angrily. “This is completely unacceptable! STRAIGHT A’s, HONORS classes, and an A PLUS in English!”
My mom put a hand on his arm. “Calm down honey. Things happen. It’s not all bad. Remember how we got that call last 月 about her being late to math class?”...
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