It was the end of the school day, and report cards had just arrived.

Michael had all C's and D's since he always falls asleep in class, Elizabeth has all B's and C's, except for reading, which is a F, Evan has all good grades despite being the shy kid in his class.

You all were walking home, and Michael was already complaining and grumbling about his grades while looking at his report card. Mostly because he doesn't know how William or Clara will react.