"Social studies." we said in sync sighing dramatically before waving to Mr Johnson at the same time while we stood in front of the door like a cult.
We giggled and scattered into the classroom to our seats. After another long boring lesson and after almost everyone left i tried one more time asking about my grades. "Please Mr Johnson, i am getting mostly A's but i'm still failing this class!" i said stressed after having to argue about this with him for about 10 minutes at this point.
"Do i have to say it for you in Es-pon-youl?" he said in a crappy accent i furrowed my eyebrows as he spewed gibberish out of his mouth. "Understand now?" he said slowly like i was an idiot, "Dude just tell him what he can do to better his grades." Clay said getting off the desk he was sat on. "Exactly! Or do we have to talk to the schoolboard about it all?" Niki threatened adding in, he almost immediately apologized as Niki typed in the schools website which had the principals number for problems, problems like these.
"Fine, fine. I'll change your grades." he said sitting down. We cheered and walked to the club room.
After all, we did have a song to write.
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YOU ARE READING
a letter to you
RomanceAyup another one? Wilbur x reader Friends in high school usually want one of a few things drugs, alcohol, good grades, to not die, or an amazing, eventful high school experience. Today, we're following the story of a group who wants an amazing high...
