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."
Mr. Van Camp scowled as he looked up from the papers he was marking. "This is not the first time your homework has not been completed. Perhaps," he 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.
"Well, let's hear your excuse. It better be good."
"Well first of all", I started, " I don't have any parents."
"What?" responded Mr Van Camp.
He then whispered, "Is this true?"
"Yes sir, It is true." I gasped.
"Well then" Mr Van Camp responded, "You are excused from this assignment"
"Thank you sir"
"No problem, I am sorry for this horrible tragedy."
"Yeah, a horrible tragedy." I lied
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