It was a Sunday night, right before dinner. Axl had known he had a Spanish test the next day. He totally wasn't going to do that, so he had a perfect idea set in his head.
Frankie called him for dinner. Axl walked out of his room and started to fake cough.
Frankie: "Axl, are you okay? That cough doesn't sound good".
Axl: "Yeah, it's just a cough. Probably allergies".
He sat down at the table and barely ate.
"Axl, you barely ate your dinner. Are you sure everything's okay?"
"Yeah, everything's fine". His cell phone rang. He walked straight into his room.
"Yo, you comin to the game tonight?" "I'm tryin to get out of going to school tomorrow. So go with what I say". His friend was confused, but went with it. Axl walked through the hallway where his parents were sitting. "Nah, *coughing* I don't feel too great". "Aw, that sucks dude. Feel better". "*coughing* thanks bro".
Frankie looked over at Axl while he hung up the phone.
She walked over to Axl as he was walking away. She felt his forehead.
"Ugh, honey I think you're getting sick." He smiled and fake coughed. "Naah, I'm fine".
She looked at him, confused but suspicious.
He walked away and went into his room. The clock read 9:00 so he decided to stay up, he wanted it to really look like he was sick.
He went to bed at midnight.
