Hello! Thanks for the feedback! I really like my first chapter, so I don't know how to make this as good…well, hope you like it.
10 year old Katsuya Honda strolled down the street as his leisure, clutching his report card in his hand. He let out a contented sigh. He had done it. Straight A's again. After all that studying and hard work, he had really pulled it off. Dad will be so pleased. His father pushed his students to do 110, and he expected no less from his children. Katsuya tried to do everything in his power to be a son his father could be proud of.
Kicking a pebble along the walk, Katsuya tried to plan out how the scene would unfold. In his mind, he would walk through the door with a purposeful air and march right up to his father, sitting at the kitchen table. He would put down his newspaper and look Katsuya over with that business like manner of his.
"What's this?" he would say, as Katsuya held out the paper.
"My report card, Dad," his father would look at the paper for a minute, then a small smile would play on his face and he would look up.
"You've been using the study advice I gave you?" he'd say gruffly, and though he'd be speaking seriously, he could tell his dad was pleased. Katsuya would nod earnestly, and his father would say no more, but for the rest of the night, would look at him proudly. This was his son.
Soon enough, he was standing in front of his house. He took a deep breath and walked inside. His father wasn't there. Slightly crestfallen, he almost immediately regained his composure. Maybe he was in his study. Katsuya kicked off his shoes and placed them neatly by the door.
"Kat, you're home!" His little sister Maki popped her head around the corner. He smiled.
"Hi, Maki. Is Dad home?" Maki thought for a minute.
"Um…no, not yet, I don't think…" Katsuya sighed. Maki ran up to him excitedly. "Look Kat! I got my report card!" Katsuya took it from her.
"Is this your first one?" he asked her.
"Yeah!" she said proudly. "All the first graders get ones, but the kindergartners don't. There so…inmature…"
"Immature," Katsuya corrected her. She nodded and grinned up at him. He had taught her the word.
Soon enough, their mother was home. She gave them both a hug and looked over Katsuya's report card. She beamed at him.
"Katsuya, this is great! You're such a smart boy!"
"Hey, what about mine?" pouted Maki. "I'm smart too!" Mrs. Honda laughed.
"Yes, let me see yours." Katsuya fidgeted.
"Mom, when will Dad be home?" he asked. His mother looked up from the report card.
"Hm? Oh, your father will be home late, I'm afraid. He has a teachers meeting to attend tonight." Katsuya wilted.
"Oh." His mother smiled at him.
"Don't worry," she said. "You can stay up a few minutes late to wait for him." Katsuya's head jerked up.
"Really?!"
"Yes, really," she said with a wink. "Just make sure you're all ready for bed beforehand."
"Thanks mom!" cried Katsuya, hugging her. Then he ran off to finish his homework. The minutes crept by. Maki went to bed. The hour grew late, but Katsuya stayed stubbornly by the door, waiting for his father's return. Only one though rang through his head; Dad will be so proud…
"Katsuya?" Katsuya jolted awake. He must make dosed off. His father was standing before him, a tired expression on his face. "What are you still doing up?"
"Dad!" he cried, scrambling up. "Look!" He held up his report card. Mr. Honda sighed.
"Katsuya, not tonight. I'm exhausted."
"But dad…" His father sighed again and took the report card. His eyes scanned it briefly.
"Good, Katsuya." He said tiredly and shuffled into the kitchen to fix himself some dinner. Katsuya stood alone in the hall, then made his way slowly back into his room.