No, the reason that you may call me Skippy is not because I love Skippy the somethingsomething kangeroo. Actually, I hate that Skippy. Sorry

The real reason why you may call me Skippy is because I skipped school today. Probably the most stupid thing to do, but I did it. Yesterday evening I realised that I had so much work to do for school [especially for math(s)] and I knew that I couldn't do it if I went to school. And the fact that we would have a day off tomorrow was perfect for my 'lan'. So I stayed home. Finished what I had to finish. Got some ideas for other important things for school. Wrote some stories for you guys to read.
Call me a rebel wannabe, whatever you want, but the reason I just gave you is the only real reason. Might sound stupid to you, but then it's obvious that you don't know how my mind works.
Bad thing is, I still have to tell my dad. I'm going to die. Maybe even literally. I'm supposed to be the 'good student' from the family and so me skipping is a disaster. Last time I skipped school was about 4 years ago, my last year in primary school. I was a skipper then, a good one too. When I got into high school, I stopped. I don't know why. Maybe I finally didn't dislike going to school anymore, since my aunt wasn't there. Yeah, my aunt was (and still is) a teacher on my primary school. Everything I did, especially the things I did wrong, were noticed by her, and she didn't doubt a second to tell my mom. And when I got home from school my mom was angry with me because I had done this or that... Primary school kind of sucked because of that. Meh, that wasn't what this was about anyway, I'm changing the subject.
Point is that I skipped school in the fourth year, and damn did I sleep. I'm not that proud of it though. But I'm not ashamed of it either. Gave me some time to bathe too.


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I stayed home Thursday too. Which was yesterday. Anyway, when my dad got home - he knew 'bout Monday btw; he'd even written a note for me that said I was sick! - we just said hi and he passed me by. I keep watching tv, getting a little nervous but not letting it notice. My dad goes to the toilet - it's really cold outside and my dad always has to pee when he comes from... outside - and when he's back he says: "You didn't go to school today??"
And I was like: "I did go to school..."
"Your sister says you didn't."
Seriously, I could kill her then; she did not have to betray me! Sisters don't do that! No one! Anywho; I just admitted then, I said very quietly: "Okay, I didn't go..." and turned to the tv immediately. He leans over to me on the back of the couch (or whatever you call that) and looks at me in that way only he does... He looks so beggingly-like and then asks my: "Why not?"
"Just because..." [Yeah, I'm a real softy when my dad gets serious and hurt-like]
He suddenly goes back to my sister's room again and a few minutes later he's back - I hear my sister behind him - and then he turns off the tv. And 'Friends' had just begun! He sits next to me and my sister sits into a different couch, our dad looks at us, asks us why we didn't go, we both do our 'stories' - my sister didn't feel like it and I hadn't finished all my homework. My dad turns to me and says:
"Don't start like your sister, okay? I don't wanna have two like her."
Please don't take that as an offense, you guys. My sister barely goes to school, maybe once a week if we're lucky - she only has to go two days and partially has to work (though she doesn't do that either). My dad continues...
"You're doing so well now, you're getting good points," Kind of. "You're doing your best...."
Anyway, to make it short, my dad was really disappointed. And one of the worst things to do to him is make him disappointed. He explained us that he went to work for us, to give us some luxe, that he didn't go to Paris for nothing. [sometimes he has to go to Paris]
Eventually we were done with talking - luckily! - and when I went to take a look at my pizza, I saw it's partially burned. Great. I started eating it anyway, tasted pretty good to my surprise. I put on the tv again, 'Friends' had been going on for like 10 minutes. Suddenly my dad said I had to turn the television off again, which upsetted me a bit. I'm a tv-kid, I love television! I continued eating the pizza anyway and to show him that I could do something that hadn't anything to do with tv, I took my mp3 player and listened to it.
When I was done my dad asks me if I need some help with my work for school - I said no - and then he was off again. Then, I don't know when, he asked me if I stayed home because he was gone for so long (mostly he's home by 8pm) - I replied no.
Eventually he wrote me a new note to say I was sick Monday ànd Thursday.

And today he called me - we had to go to our mom and he wouldn't be home in time to see us - and suddenly told me that if I ever wanted to talk about him with something, I could call him. He would simply come home or just talk with me via the phone. Seriously, I don't know what I did to make him say such thing.

The point is, I disappointed my dad incredibly - I swear, if my sister ànd I would've gone back to our rooms again he would've started crying - and now I made him worry about me too. Gee!

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