Hasting's HouseHold

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Spencer: 

  “How did the History essay go honey?”  I flinched.

It was 6:30am, which meant, naturally, that the Hasting’s household was alive with activity.

     Mr Hasting’s had already left for work and Mrs Hasting’s was pouring herself a coffee to go. Melissa was at the table, surrounded by three textbooks, each a different analysis of some Collage study I didn’t want to think about.

     “Spencer?” I glanced at my mother, “Did you hear me?” Grabbing a box of cereal from the top shelf of the pantry I bit my lip.

     “Good.” She paused, waiting for me to finish. When I didn’t she cleared her throat.

     “Just Good? What was your Grade?”

     “B plus.”

     “B plus?”

     “B plus.” Melissa snorted.

     “Spencer,” My mother said, her voice low. “We worked on that Essay for weeks. Where did you loose your marks?”

     “For grammatical and evaluation errors, simple mistakes,” I sighed, pouring milk into my bowl. “Look I’ll take the extra credit class.”

     “You most certainly will. If you want to get into U-Pen you need a straight A card. Just look at your sister,” I glared. “Melissa worked hard, she achieved the results and here she is, on her weekend away still studying.” At the mention of her name, Melissa turned around.

     “It’s okay Spencer, I got a B once in Physical Education, but once I showed my teacher what I could really do, she moved my grade up.” She smiled at my mother, her eyes flashing.

     “Spencer, I’d like to see that grade moved up by tomorrow do you understand?” Suddenly, the last thing I wanted to do was eat cereal. I walked over to the bin and poured the contents down.

     “Yeah,” I said, walking up to my room to put on clothes for school “Understood.”   

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