So yesterday I got home after volleyball, to find my parents yelling. So I tried to stay as quiet as I could. It didn't help that I knocked over a chair.
"Brooklyn get your ass in here!"
Shit. She got my report-card.
"Yeah mom?" I asked casually.
"Phone. Now!" What the fuck!?!
"What? Why?" I really knew why, I just didn't want to give up my baby.
" Your grades. that's why!" okay my mom is pretty scary when she's mad. "Mom I talked to Mr. Kane. He said he would help me get my grades up... so that means my grades come up, which means I keep my phone." She was not taking it from me!
"Cody?" mom asked looking at my dad. He just looked at my mom and nodded in agreement. "Fine, but I want to talk to Mr. Kane about this!"
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So that's what brings us to Mr. Kane's classroom. Mom and him agreed to have me toutered by Mr. Kane, every Monday, Wednesday, and Friday. I was pissed, Friday is party day!
