Hi, today I got a report card- and it gave me the awesome idea for this story!- or- I think it's an awesome idea…

Akari

Today went like any other day, I got up- dressed myself, combed my hair, brushed my teeth, washed my face, walked to Waffle High… The life of the Waffle town teenager never changes, except- when report cards are sprinting towards their parents' mailboxes. I tried not to worry about the card that could change my future, yet, the expectations still made themselves noticed. Of course it meant you had to rush home to get there before your parents and steal it from the mailbox just to make sure you'd be prepared for the wraith your parents would be unleashing, but hey? They're just parents… I think.

The day went by quickly- but there are always those two minutes before the final bell that just drive you crazy, for me, it was agonizing. Biology.

Elli stands at the front of the room with a stick tapping pictures, blabbering off to the room- or so she thinks it's the room, but none of us are actually paying attention. We are all around the room in groups of two on lab stools, at tall slate tables. I sat quietly keeping my eyes on Elli, every few seconds they would dart towards the clock to check the time. Chase- my lab partner slouches in his chair, leaning his head on one elbow, using his other arm to tap his pencil.

Tap, tap, tap, tap.

The sound echoed through my head, and left me feeling completely annoyed. My hand shoots up. Elli stops talking, looking a bit annoyed that I was planning on interrupting. Elli hesitated then called on me, "Elli, can you please tell Chase to stop tapping his pencil- it is braking my concentration."

I rushed home as planned, then I rushed to open the mail box. I was glad to see the message from Waffle High was still inside, I snatched it up then ran inside to my room. I locked the door. Twice. I shoved a chair up against it, then the matching table. I crawled underneath my bed, and ripped the letter open. I saw letters- hundreds of letters- to be expected, after all it was a letter. When I started to read I saw that the student number they had printed on the page wasn't mine.

I kept reading before finding the student name: Chase.

I mentally screamed… I HAD CHASE'S REPORT CARD!? DID HE HAVE MINE!?

I tried to not to look, but the urge was too much to suppress, needless to say- I peeked…

Homeroom Absences: 45

I couldn't believe it! Chase skipped homeroom every single day!?

Reading C+ Absences: 0 Difficulty working with others

Language Arts C- Absences: 3 Difficulty working with others

Biology D Absences: 1 Difficulty working with others/ Insults other students

Culinary A+ Absences: 0 Pleasure to have in class

Social Studies B Absences: 2 Difficulty working with others/Owes us a new textbook

Math A- Absences: 0 Difficulty working with others/Improvement Noted

I tried to hold back my gasps… What a- Slacker!!!

I went back to worrying about where my own test might be…

Now if I just make some phone calls…
What a Burden...