“What the!” Jake trip on his shoelace and fell down. “Damn it!”
His classmate saw the embarrassing scene he was in.
“What a clumsy jerk!” One of his classmates made a remarked.
Jake went to where the guy was sitting and grab his collar. “Oh please, look whose talk-”
“You are here, Mr Jake Lopez,” The teacher cut in. “What’s your excuse this time round, huh?”
Jake then let go of his classmate and whispered “You’re gonna get it from me later.” Jake then turned to the teacher and answered the question sparingly. “Stomach-ache.”
“Is that so?” The teacher continued writing on the whiteboard. “No wonder Mr. Lopez, your entrance is so dramatic just like your excuse.”
The class burst into laughter.
“Enough, let’s continue our class and as for you,” pointing to Jake. “See me after class.”
“We have an agreement, sweetie.” Tiffany’s mom sat in front of a mirror as she applied her night cream on her face.
“Mom! I got a D and I passed.” Tiffany argued. “This is just unfair.” She added.
“You are grounded still! No buts, honey!” exclaimed Tiffany’s mom.
“Your mom is right!” Tiffany’s dad who is on his designer suit still, drank a glass of wine. “Your grade is no good.” He added. “I just don’t understand why you’re not like you’re brother.”
“I told you, I don’t want to study!” Tiffany took out her iPod. “I want to go to a music school.” She whispered the last two words.
“You should also understand that,” Her dad stood up, went to the window and lit his cigarette. “That party is organized by Park’s family, our biggest rival in business field.”
“So?” Tiffany said in a sarcastic tone and sneered. “Why are you being like this, dad?”
“You’re aware of it.” Tiffany’s mom, who was still applying skin care, butts in. “You should not be close with any of the Park’s.”
“Who are you to choose who I can be close with!” scoffed Tiffany who showed annoyance by stomping of feet out the room.