Michelle was a name that brought a smile to Shawn Hunter's face. Why? Because that was his baby sister. Not wanting his sister to grow up and turn out the way he has, he tries his hardest to take care of the baby. His parents couldn't care less abou...
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AMY MATTHEWS WAS CONFUSED when Shawn Hunter didn't burst through the door with Michelle the next morning.
"Where's Shawn?" Amy asked her youngest son. "He's always here about now."
Cory shrugged. "He might be running a bit late. Or maybe he's not bringing Michelle today."
Amy nodded, unsure. He always brought Michelle. Even when he was sick.
"Alright," Amy nodded. "Alright, well you should head off to school."
Cory nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder.
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Walking into class, he was surprised to see Shawn in the hallway, cradling a duffle bag.
"Hey, Shawn!" He called. "How come you didn't show up today? What's up with the duffle bag?"
Shawn avoided eye contact as he peeled back the flap. Inside the duffle bag was Michelle Hunter. Looking up at the boy in shock, Cory quickly said, "Shawn! You can't bring Michelle to school!"
"Shh!" He hissed. "I barely got to see her yesterday, and I didn't want to skip school, surprising as that sounds, so I dug out my old duffle bag, stuck her in it with a few blankets, a bottle, a few diapers and the stuffed bunny from Morgan. Beside's it's not like I'm zipping it. She's still getting a bunch of air."
Cory shook his head. "Feeny's gonna know."
"He's not gonna know." Shawn dismissed. "Besides, Michelle's great at being quiet."
Cory rolled his eyes, mumbling for Shawn to follow him to class. Shawn did so, carefully cradling his duffle bag.
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"Alright class time's up," Mr Feeny called. "Mr Minkus this test didn't require an essay answer, but how refreshing that you've chosen to include one."
"Suck up," Shawn taunted.
"Future Plumber," Minkus said, not even sparing the boy a glance.
Shawn then shifted the flap to look down at his sister who looked up at him smiling. He handed her the bunny, and covered her back up.
"Huh? Is the test over? How'd I do?" Cory asked, oblivious to his surroundings.
"It looks like an 'A'."
"I got an 'A'?" He exclaimed happily.
"No, 'A' is the only answer you put down before you slipped into the coma." Mr Feeny answered.
"So, what do I get?"
"Well you answered one question out of 40 and got it wrong, so what grade do you think I'm going to give you?"
"Can it be found at the beginning of the word fajita?" Cory asked, playing stupid.
"Si senor."
"Come on Mr Feeny, I was up until after midnight."
