It’s 5:53 I was at a diner party with my parents, but it wasn’t just any dinner party it was my dads boss, that meant that I had to have impeccable manners this was going to be hard.
“Fizzy how are your grades going at school” said Jamie the bosses wife
that’s when I knew I should run. The thing is my grades get worse and worse everyday the worst thing of all is that my parents don’t know that we have grades at middle school, the reason my parents don’t know is because I throw my report in the bin. How will I get out of this?
I love this piece, well done Eliza on your effective use of humour! I will ask you to help next time I get a “comedy” genre!