I Didn't Do My Homework Because...

                                          I Didn’t Do My Homework Because…              Simran Toor

     "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. My parents will kill me for sure," I moaned.

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

     “As you can tell I look a bit tousled up, but you should see the other guy,” I reported.

     “What you got into a fight?” exclaimed Mr. Van Camp, “but that still doesn’t explain why your homework is not in my hand.”

     “Yes but just wait until you hear why.”

     “Well I am waiting; you know I do have to mark the homework that was handed in,” sighed Mr. Van Camp.

     “I won’t mention the student’s name, but I over heard one of the kids say that you weren’t the best teacher at the school,” I exclaimed, “so being your favorite student I had to come to your defense!”

     Mr. Van Camp raged, “What who was this? Was it Smedly?”

     “Come on Mr. Van Camp it’s not important who said it,” I reasoned. “The main focus is that the pupil doesn’t think that way anymore.”

     “I really appreciate what you have done for me, but where is the homework?” 

     I explained, “The homework was in my hand as I went to land a punch, so unfortunately it got destroyed.”

     “Well where is it now?” questioned Mr. Van Camp.

     “To my dismay it is lying with the rotting fruit in a garbage can,” I confessed.

     “Well what should I do now?” uttered Mr. Van Camp.

     “I can promise you that it will be here by 9am tomorrow morning,” I persuaded, “so there’s no reason to call my parents.” 

     “I guess that will have to do,” agreed Mr. Van Camp. 

     As I was leaving Mr. Van Camp called out, “I knew there was a reason that you were my favorite student.”