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Failing a Test -DDM

I quickly wiped my tears away before I entered the house, and hoped Dad wasn't home. I had failed another math test. The third one this quarter. I knew if Dad found out I'd be in huge trouble. Luckily, his car wasn't in the garage. And I had a plan.
I entered the kitchen through the garage and set my bag down. My dog ran to greet me, and I gave him a few pets. I usually would give him a bone to chew on, but today I had a different plan. I unzipped my bag and found the crumpled math test. There was a big red letter F circled next to my name and the date, with the percent just under it. I quickly squished the test into a ball, and called for my dog to come outside.
"go catch!" I told him, throwing the paper out into the lawn. He ran after the balled up test and I watched him pick it up. Once I was sure he had started eating the test, I walked back inside. I hadn't told Dad about the math test because he always nagged me, and then he'd want to know the grade. Now, I could just forget about it all completely and enjoy my weekend.
I made myself a snack and went into the basement to watch some TV until Dad came home.
I really did try in all my classes, but the math just didn't make sense, and I was never quite sure how to study for the tests. Quarter 2 my grade wasn't awful, but Dad told me he expected improvement. So far, I hadn't delivered, and while dad wasn't exactly angry, he was definitely disappointed, and my test grades just kept getting worse. I zoned out and stopped thinking about math while watching some stupid TV show. After about one episode Dad was home, and I came upstairs to help him make dinner. He was in a really good mood, and I told him about my day and he told me about his.
After dinner we watched a couple movies. I thought they were great, Dad almost fell asleep. We were both exhausted afterward, and both got ready for bed. I was sitting on my bed when there was a knock at my door. That was a little weird. Usually I just go tell my dad goodnight, he doesn't usually come to me first.
I was about to tell him to come in when he opened the door. Even weirder. He always respects my privacy.
"Hey d-"
He cut me off. "The dog just brought me a present."
I laughed. Our dog was always bringing us shoes or sticks or anything else he found.
"I'm not laughing," Dad said sternly. I got a bit nervous. Then, I noticed the crumpled up ball in his hand, covered in slobber.
"This," he said, holding up the test, "is what he brought me.
I swallowed hard. Not good. I chose to not say anything.
"Let's take a look at what it says," Dad told me, uncrumpling the test.
"Dad, I Uh..."
He cut me off again. "I'm not finished Y/N." He finished uncrumpling the test. "Y/N Styles," he read aloud, "Dated 6th April. Grade: F, 42 percent."
I studied my comforter cover as tears filled my eyes. "Dad," I whispered. "I'm sorry."
"Look at me while you're talking."
I looked up to see my dad had pulled up my desk chair and was now sitting in it. That's how I knew I was in trouble. He usually sat on my bed when he talked to me. I started crying more.
"What do you have to say?" Dad asked. There was definitely anger in his voice.
"I tried really hard Dad, I did," I cried, "but I knew you'd be mad if I did bad on another math test."
Dad sighed. "Y/N, I'm not thrilled you didn't perform well on this exam, that's one thing. But it's a whole other thing to give the test to the dog so I wouldn't find it."
This was one of the only times my dad had ever raised his voice at me. It scared me a bit.
"Y/N. It's just unacceptable," Dad said a bit quieter, but still plenty angry.  "It's troubling that you thought you should lie to me. Not to mention how troubling the grade is. 42 percent?! Did you study? Never mind. Don't answer that. It's obvious you didn't." Now Dad was really angry and yelling.
"Dad-"
But he cut me off again. "This has gone far enough," he grumbled. "You need to get your grades up. Not just math. I checked your grades last night actually. They're all pretty bad."
I stayed deadly quiet.
"So you know what. We're gonna do something new. When you get home on school days, no phone, no TV, and no iPad. No exceptions."
"Dad!" I cried. "Please no!"
"You don't get to argue here Y/N, these are your grades, your actions."
I stopped crying to try and make my point. "Dad, I really am trying in math. But it doesn't make sense, and I don't know how to study for the tests."
Dad relaxed a little bit. "Then you need to say something. Don't let it get like this. We can help you, we can talk about moving you to a different class, but don't lie to me, ok?"
"Ok," I answered quietly.
"Give me a hug," Dad said, standing up from the chair. "Sorry I yelled."

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