"Have a good day at school, lovely." You pat his head and kissed his cheek softly

"Ah-! D@mn, I'm not five anymore!" He "wiped" the kiss off, grabbing his backpack

"Oh, well... good luck on that test, baby!" You waved goodbye to your son

Right... the test he dreaded most. He already had a D- in that class. He didn't need a test to make it worse. He sighed and walked to his bustop, waiting with Craig

"...You good, dude?" Craig asked, sounding monotone as usual

"No! That f^cking test dude! I'm going to fail so hard! Mr. Garrison has something against me, man..." Clyde explained, fidgeting with his fingers

"He doesn't have something against you. You just suck at his class." Craig explained with a shrug

Clyde sighed in annoyance as his shoulder slumped "Thanks, Craig..." He mumbled sarcastically

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"Clyde, you've gotten another F. Your grades appeared to have been dropped as well. I'll have to talk to talk to your parents about this." Mr. Garrison commented, giving Clyde his test back

Clyde could cry. This wasn't happening.

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Clyde returned home, holding his test close to his chest

"Oh, hi honey! How was school? And how'd that test go?" You asked, sitting up from the couch

"U-Um..." Clyde stuttered, avoiding eye contact with you