Steve locked his gaze on Miss White with adolescent2 adoration, as she began to go over the test results for the seventh grade.
“You all did pretty well,” she told the class,“except for one boy, and it breaks my heart to tell you this, but...” She hesitated, pinning Steve to his seat with a sharp stare, her eyes searching his face.
“The smartest boy in the seventh grade is failing my class！”
She just stared at Steve, as the class spun around for a good look. Steve dropped his eyes and carefully ex***ned his fingertips.
After that, it was war！！ Steve still wouldn’t do his homework. Even as the punishments became more severe, he remained stubborn3.
“Just try it！ ONE WEEK！” He was unmoved.
“You’re smart enough！ You’ll see a change！” Nothing fazed him.
“Give yourself a chance！ Don’t give up on your life！” Nothing.
“Steve！ Please！ I care about you！”
Wow！ Suddenly, Steve got it！！ Someone cared about him？ Someone, totally unattainable and perfect, CARED ABOUT HIM？？！！
Steve went home from school, thoughtful, that afternoon. Walking into the house, he took one look around. Both parents were passed out, in various stages of undress, and the stench was overpowering！ He, quickly, gathered up his camping gear, a jar of peanut4 butter, a loaf of bread, a bottle of water, and this time...his schoolbooks. Grim faced and determined, he headed for the woods.