Homework Blues


       As I shuffled into the classroom, I knew that Mr. Van Camp would never believe me. I looked at my scuffed shoes and mumbled, " My homework is not done, Sir. I do have a good excuse though."

       " This is not the first time your homework has not been completed. Perhaps," Mr. Van Camp suggested, "it's time to speak with your parents."

       "Please, you have no idea what will happen to me if you phone my home," I moaned. It looked as if he was going to fall for my story.

      "Well, let's hear your excuse. It better be good."

“Thank you Mr. Van Camp. I really appreciate that. Please listen to me carefully,” I said.

Mr. Van camp replied me “I see. I will.”

 “I have a huge dog, his name is Sky. Have you ever heard that a dog ate home works? I think you haven’t also even if you heard that, you will never believe that. However sometimes you should believe what you have never thought before.” I continued, “ I’m not saying that you have to. What I’m saying is that my dog, Sky, ate my home works eventually…”

“Ohh”, Mr. Van Camp replied,  “I try to understand that. Just give me a second. I will call you tomorrow. See you.”