"You're grades are even worse than last time."
My mother looked worriedly over my report card.
"You said you would fix them Boruto..."
My father looked disappointed in me, which I could understand.
"The promotion gave us atleast a week to change places, but maybe going to a bigger school in a new place might be worse. Maybe with a little bit of help..."
There was the bussiness again. Work, school, bussiness that's all I ever heard from my dad. I didn't have a 'Hey son, let me help you' or a "Hey, son let's play football' in my childhood and I most certaintly don't need one now.
"I don't need help with anything. I'm just slacking a bit that's all." I defended.
"You're slacking for a whole year now. You won't be able to graduate any school with grades likes these!"
My father yells at me, making me and my mom flinch.
"We're getting you a tutor."
