Helen Parr

While going home to see your mom your heart was beating fast, the idea of letting your bully "jamal" talking with your mother it's 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! Guest it's you... I look around confused (it's just my pathetic excuse of a son) Shouldn't you be at school?