One week later.
"Freddy, you have a mail." I hear Philip call me from downstairs. I get out of bed with my novel in my grip, I jug the stairs to where he is standing scrolling through files from the mailbox.
"Here." He holds it out for me. I reach for it slowly in confusion. I've never received mails before, who might this be?
I scan the address of the mail and it becomes clear. My grades for the week.
I gently tear it open while stealing glances at Philip. I don't know how my grades might be, I don't want Philip getting upset over some report card. He has been kind and friendly to me recently, I don't wanna spoil that.
English: A+
Spanish: A+
Mental and physical education: C
Gym: A+
Supernatural abilities: C
Behavior: B
Math: A+
Chemistry: A+
Biology: A+
Psychology: B
Histo
