Homework Blues

     "Well let's hear your excuse. It better be good."    

  
     "Well, last night we had our thanksgiving dinner and all my family came over to my house." I began.  "And i ate a little too much, including my moms prune pie." I explained to him how i was bloated the whole night.

 
      "Continue on."

    
     "So i decided to go to my room and work on my homework," I answered not making eye contact, "But as i was about to start, i felt a weird feeling in my stomach."

    
     "Ok, but i still don't understand why you didn't finish your homework," replied Mr. Van Camp assertively.


     I explained that "Because of this weird pain, i had to go to the bathroom constantly and do you know what."


     "Oh i see, go on"


     Scared of what Mr.Van Camp was going to say, i replied "As soon as i would get out of the bathroom and attempt to work on my homework again, the rush of that feeling in my stomach would come back." I looked at his face and it seemed like he believed me. "Then i had a strong feeling that i was going to throw up, but with my luck someone was occupying the bathroom."

      "Ok?" answered Mr.Van Camp in a confusing tone.

     "And then this is the sad part." I told him. "Well, i tried to hold it in but my stomach just couldn't handle it." I looked at him and I'm pretty sure he knew what was coming. "I opened my mouth and threw up right in front of me on my bed, and all over my homework."

     "I see, well, I guess that's a reasonable excuse. I'll let it go this time."

    "Thank you so much Mr. Van Camp, I wont eat so much next time."