Freckles & Promises (BxB) ✔️

Sunday | 20th, September

A/N: the italicized and bold text is in a different language (in this case, Japanese)

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Sunday | 20th, September

Hi Diary...

Me again. Today started off terribly wrong, but by then end of it, I guess I can say it was an okay day. I'll elaborate (yes I use big words; deal with it). So my dad is a great dad. I love him and he loves me. But, like everybody, he has his flaws. One of them being how strict he is with school. Okay, I don't want to be biased because it's me we're talking about, but seriously; nothing terrifies me more than getting a bad grade. I'm not exaggerating. When I was in third grade. I got a seventy-three on a math test and got hit because of it (not to mention all the yelling). If there's a phobia for getting bad grades, I have it. Now that I'm older and supposedly smarter, the punishments only get worse. Not only does he yell and sometimes hit me, he also takes away my phone and a bunch of other shit like the ability to hang with friends or leave the house. Besides this, he's a very laidback and chill kinda dad. Of course, my mom doesn't agree with his way of punishing me. She's tried to stop him and it works to some extent, but he still gets in a hit or two sometimes. Not that I can't take it or anything. All right, enough reminiscing. Let's get to my day. Yet again.

I woke up and got ready for the day (showered, brushed my teeth, got changed, all that shit). I had taken a test on Friday last week and hadn't got the email that contained my grade in it yet. I was practically shaking with nerves because I didn't think I did that well on it. I was working and hanging out with my friends so I kinda maybe forgot I had the test on Friday. I crammed in some last minute studying, but apart from that, I was totally and utterly unprepared. Half of the morning I stared at my phone, waiting for the email and when it finally arrived... I died a little inside. I mean, I know I felt like I did terrible, bu...

...t a fucking twenty-four! I rubbed my eyes to see if I was seeing this right. I even tried pinching myself and banging my head on the table, but it was real. I can't believe it. I mean, I kinda can. Lemme rephrase that though: I don't wanna believe it! I groaned into the table where I bashed my head once again. Luckily my dad was at work so it was just me and my mom at home. I think I'll show her first. I stood up and grabbed my phone off the table, trudging into the living room. I stared at my mom until she looked up.

"What?" she demanded, then her features softened when she saw how terrified I was. Obviously my dad didn't abuse me or really hurt me, but still, it scared the shit outta me.

"Sukotto-kun, what's the matter? What happened?" she asked in concern. I paused.

"Well, I took a test on Friday and my grade was emailed to me just now. I was working and hanging out with my friends so I kinda forgot all about the test. I studied a little, but wasn't very prepared. I wanted to show you the grade first because..." I trailed off, not wanting to finish the sentence. "Here. Look," I said instead, showing her my phone. She put her hand over her mouth, eyes widening.

"Scoot! Oh no!" she exclaimed, pulling me into a hug. "Did you not have time to study?"

"I... did... but I just forgot," I admitted shamefully.

"I'm not going to punish you because I'm sure that your dad..." she began. I nodded, understanding completely.

"I'll study really hard for my next tests, I promise!" I said, making her smile.