The entire stack was passed out and everyone looked at their papers, some with approval and some with disappointment. I knew my grades and as much as I tried to hide them, I was pretty sure that anyone could look through my supposed face of satisfaction.
“Hey Noah, what did you get?” screamed John with a smile that stretched from both. sides of his face. “I got all A’s.”
“Cool,” I replied with a face that covered up my shame. The last thing I needed was  someone whose opinion actually mattered to me to be disappointed. I would have enough of that at home. My eyes watched as he came towards me, and it felt like I was slowly being subdued with no passage to freedom. I tried to avert my eyes so that he would leave me alone.
“So,” John said with a sly tone, “what did you get?”
“Oh!” I replied like I did not understand his question. Even though John and I were best friends, I felt like he was my worst nemesis. I knew he was just excited about his grades but it was hard for me to get my mind around that.
“I got all A’s too.” Even as I said it I felt a large air pocket of guilt going down my throat. I was surprised that I could even lie to such a close friend of mine.
“Really,”John said surprised, and a small almost unnoticeable act of suspicion. “Can we compare grades” John said in a slightly more cheerier tone.At this point I knew there was no way to hide my report card I searched my mind for an excuse,but the longer I searched in my mind, the more hopeless it seemed. I knew I had to give up. I handed him my paper slowly trying to take the most time as I possibly could. My heart was rushing and I felt as if my mind was made of helium and my body was weightless.
“Gentlemen” a voice screamed from the front of the classroom. ,”Mrs. Crigler said in a voice so shrill and loud that it woke me of my covered guilt and made the class go silent”. Only after some time I figured that she was glaring at us and the entire class was looking. “Are you boys showing each other your reports after I clearly instructed the entire class not to?!” John and I exchanged looks and after a couple of seconds of quiet I decided to break the silence and reply.
“W-We forgot,”I said realizing I had only mouthed the word (we).
Mrs. Crigler looked at each of us and figured we had been humiliated enough so she announced to the class in a slightly warmer voice, “This time I will excuse it, but next time I will have you write the class rules 20 times.”  Mrs. Crigler continued speaking. “Now carry on  and pack up, the bell will ring in about, a-about 12 minutes” Mrs.Crigler said looking at her miniscule Casio analog watch.
“Now you two gentlemen, I will give you back your report cards at the end of class.As Mrs. Crigler took our papers I saw her glance at my report and give a look of wariness and concern as she looked over to me. After Mrs.Crigler saw that I had noticed, she quickly averted her vision.
The next long period of class I realized that Mrs.Crigler catching us sharing reports was helpful because she disrupted John from from examining my report card. Even though this was good news, I was still feeling down because John was the least of my concerns. At home I still needed to break in the news to my parent, who were kept in the dark for the entire trimester. What made it even worse was that I may have let on the vibe that I was doing fairly well. The entire twelve minutes seemed like seconds as I ran all the possible excuses through my mind. I felt like everything would be better if I never got my report card in the first place, let alone having to sign it and having a conference with my Math and P.E. teacher.odd comparing that this day one person could have the best experience of their entire year. I slowly walked out of class thinking about the lecture I would get when I went home.
“Could I make something up?” I asked myself. If I did, it would certainly patch things up a “Yeah, yeah of course, I mean, why not?” I replied defensively.
“Well for starters you are wearing your helmet  backwards and you forgot to get your report card back from Mrs.Crigler,”said John.
“Ohh,” I shouted . I started to run. I can’t believe that I forgot my report card. I felt like a complete idiot. After all, it had to be signed and returned the next day. Not to mention that I was galloping through the hallway with a backwards helmet.little. But if I did, that I would go against all morals, and the last thing I need my parents lecturing me about his morals. It might work, but if I am going to take the wrath of my parents, I might as well take it honestly.
As I boarded my bike my hands were so numb it took six tries to successfully open my bike lock. Frankly, I don't care because my mind was focused on confronting my parents.
“Hey-hey Noah!” screamed John from behind me. I spun around , it was John standing with a confused face.
As I left school the weather was slightly drizzling and moist. Even though It was fairly bright outside, everything seemed gloomy. Everyone's faces were filled with cheer, which was so
“Are you okay?” John said slyly.

“It is okay,”John said boldly, “I took it for you.
“Did you look at it?” I said with half shock and concern. At this point I was scared that not only John caught my bad grades but also lying to him.
“Well,” John said with a slight tone of sarcastic defiance, ”We would not want to get into more trouble, would we?”
“Of course not”I said as we both shared in a short laugh. I was extremely relieved thank god that John did not look at my paper.
John and I both said bye and he walked to the drop off/pickup and I started biking on Bushman road.The lights around me seemed like a blur and the long four mile bike ride did not seem tiring in the least bit for my mind was focused on different matters. Halfway through the bike ride  I had a close call with a driver which was partly my fault and soon after that It started to lightly drizzle. I saw the large oak door of my house and opened it thinking about what I was going to say.
“Noah how is my little blossom.Ohh I just remembered I made a small treat for you.”I tried to deflect mom's kisses. I did not want to get comfortable and later think that I did not deserve it.
“Mom I got my report card to day ,a-and my worst grade was a D-.”Immediately pointed my head down in shame. This is what it all came to two months of homework and supposed progress.I stood there waiting for the high pitched “What!!?”but all I heard was a long deep breath. Right now was the moment, did I dare to look up. I peeked up at my mother. I already know your grades your teachers and I have been keeping in touch.
“So”I said slowly “you aren't angry “I replied quite hopeful.Telling my mother about my grades pulled a big burden off my shoulders.
“You better bet I am angry”she said somewhat comically.”But I have also heard that you are tremendously improving so your father and I had came to the decision that you will get another chance to prove yourself. “
I took a deep exhale and thanked my mother. Apparently telling the truth about my grades were much more easier than I expected and who knows what would have happened if I lied. My mom gave me my treat which was a large hunk of brownie and we both sat together and played Monopoly which I always win.