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The middle-aged men sitting on the sofa threw the box of tissue paper at the boy entering the mansion sneakily. Trying to be sneaky but failed miserably.
Bam...
The tissue box made a perfect landing on the young boy's head before falling on the ground.
"Ouch...Dad.." the boy rubbed his forehead dramatically.
"What was that for?" he asked.
The man gave him a stern look raising his right eyebrow.
Is he asking ME what's wrong?
"I was with my friends watching a movie." He lied normally scratching the back of his neck.
"Movie with mops and brooms probably."
The man exposed his son's lie sarcastically.
The boy's expression was as if someone stepped on his tail, still dressed in his uniform he again tried.
"I...I was late that's why the teacher asked me to clean the whole classroom."
"Till....( the man looked at his wrist watch) 9 pm..?"
The man looked at him from above the spectacle.
"I..also didn't complete my assignment I had to complete it in school today."
" Ohh, Chemistry assignment?"
"Yes.Yes, chemistry assignment."
The man raised his eyebrows in astonishment.
"Waow, I thought my son didn't like science subjects so he took admission in Arts."
The old man exposed his son's lies one by one.
"I..went to..."
"to..." the man encouraged.
"t.to Derek's house. We needed to complete History assignment."
"Your teacher called."
Carl told his son so that he will stop making stupid excuses.
"It was about the constit..."
Sean stopped abruptly in the middle of his another excuse.
"Oh." he said nodding.
Carl forwarded his right hand towards his son.
Sean looked at his dad quizically and walked towards him slowly.
He looked at him and put his hand in his fathers hand.
Carl immediately jerked away his hand and give him a cold look.
Sean smiled awkwardly.
"Report Card"
Carl spat angrily looking at his son's antics.
Sean pulled out a crumbled Report card which he threw in his bag beneath the books and give it to Carl.
Carl looked at the report card prepared to receive shock.
"History- FAIL
Mathematics- FAIL
English-FAIL
Political Science- FAIL
Economics-FAIL"
Carl loudly read out the results for his one and only son who has sworn to not study.
As is studying was banned for him. He thought that his son would have gained some sense by being tutored but NOO...
This Sean Florence was one bull-headed man.
Sigh...
What should I do with this obstinate son of mine?
Carl thought, tired of his sons always failing results.
"You....."
Carl wanted to reprimand the dumb boy who also was his son but he couldn't know very well that he will only be wasting his breath on him because his precious son will listen to him from one ear and it will all rush out from his second ear.
Carl sighed dejectedly.
He looked at the nearly sulking boy who wasn't able to run to his room under the heated gaze of his father.
He knew what he had to do to bring his son on track. He will need the help of the only one who will be able to control him like no one else.
"I will transfer you to another school."
Carl said.
Sean's ears perked up listening to him.
"You only know how to change my school."
Sean said angrily.
"You want results. I won't give you no matter in which school you got admission for me."
"I won't give you the thing you want."
Carl looked at him sadly. He deserved it after all.
"Sean..."
"I don't want to listen to your nonsense. Do what you want."
Sean said angrily.
He walker to his room not giving his father a chance to say anything.
When he was about to step on the stairs he turned around.
"After all when did you care and listened to me."
He said with gritted teeth agrieved.
Sean's sadness turned into anger.
Carl heart hurted when his son reminded him of his doing.
He missed the happiness a normal family would have. He missed it all and his son was also deprived of it.
If only....
It's no use reminiscing the past. it won't come back nor will it take away the sadness and solve your issues.
He looked at the closed door of his son's bedroom with longing eyes.
"You will be happy when you will know who will be there."
Carl smiled and retired to his room.
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