It's Not So Bad... • Frerard
"Well?" His mom asked, her voice sounded strained, as though she were holding her smoke in. As expected, she was soon blowing a cloud of smoke out of the corner of her mouth and looked at Frank. He began subconsciously picking at the skin around his fingernails. He didn't know what to say. He didn't like the way his progress report looked just as much as she did. Linda sighed again and shook her head. She took the paper back and looked at it again, her lips pressed into a thin line.
This is gonna be a pretty sweet and sad story. I hope you guys enjoy.