While going home to see your mom your heart was beating fast, the idea of letting your bully "Jamal" talk with your mother is exciting. After a few more minutes of walking you stand in front of the door and ring the bell, you quickly hear footsteps approaching from the other side of the door Who's this? Mrs. Helen asked as she opened the door Oh! You it's you... I look around confused (it's just my pathetic excuse of a son) Shouldn't you be at school?