The lunch bell rang, and the hallways filled with the chaotic buzz of students heading to the cafeteria.
As I left my classroom and headed down the hall, I wasn’t thinking about food.
I met up with Elvis who was just coming out of his class after he had finished making conversation with Mrs Green, his homeroom teacher.
"What was that all about? Are you in trouble or anything?" I asked as we began making our way to the cafeteria.
"It's about my test. Apparently, I had gotten a score that was really below my usual performance and she was worried" Elvis replied.
" Why? You haven't been studying? You know your dad isn't too keen on having a son in the pack that doesn't do well in school" I said, reminding him of how strict his father was.
"I know but I had studied for the test, only to
