"Get down here right this minute Roy!" screamed my mum. What a beautiful way to start a Saturday morning! I crawled out of bed lazily and started making my way downstairs. What could be the cause of her anger now? Had the report card arrived? I wondered. The moment I stepped into the living room, the answer was clear. My mum stood facing me, with a small, brown book in one hand and a half-torn brown envelope in the other. So it had finally arrived. My nightmare was about to begin. I could feel it in the air. The moment I had been thinking about and imagining over and over again in the past…
