Finding Out
“Ruby Rose Taylor, can you please explain what this is?” Mom says as I walk in the door after school.
I look at the piece of paper closely. On the top of the white paper, I read the words “Progress Report”. Oh boy, this can’t be good.
“Ummm... my report card?”
“Ruby, this is a progress report. Why do you have a D in Algebra?” Mom says when she explains what I already know.
“ I don’t know.” But I know perfectly why I have a D in Algebra. I spend all my free time hanging out with my boyfriend Mark and doing gymnastics.
Then Mom says the most dreaded words.
“No Mark or gymnastics until you get this grade up, Ruby Rose.”
Nooooo, I knew this was going to happen.
“Yes, Mom.”
“And, I’m going to talk to the principal about finding you a tutor.”
To be continued.....
