Mom took us to the school since we were so close to the area. She said Mr. Fluffy checks on the room every Saturday to check on the rooms, summer break or not. Mr. Fluffy had been such a great teacher, if he was checking the room every week day we would go to see him every week day. When we walked inside the classroom, Grease was in Mr. Fluffy's chair instead. We really were not expecting to see Grease, and he wasn't expecting to see us. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Uh, um, my dad he er... he's working.. I mean totally nevermind I said that uh... I came to... well, dad... he er... is..... coming over, yeah. My mom drove me to wait for him uh, he's on the phone, please go." Said Grease. He dramatically picked up the phone on the wall.
AWKWARD
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