Well this is a fine mess I've gotten into,' thought Dash as his mother and father stopped him when he reached the kitchen. They then sat him down looking serious and said
"We need to talk," 'but I don't remember doing anything wrong.' It was true from what he could remember, they hadn't yelled at him all week, except for that car ride, but that couldn't be it.
"Do you know why your mother and I are upset and worried?" Bob inquired.
'Worried?' he thought as he stared up at their faces, but all he saw was stone. 'Oh yeah! The reply, I need to answer them.'
"No," he said this firmly and truthfully, he didn't want to get into trouble for something he really, really didn't do.
"Well," replied Helen with a stern tone, "maybe this will remind you." She shoved a piece of paper at Dash. He grabbed it, looked at it, and realized it was his report card. "Read it out loud."
It was then that Dash noticed his sister standing in the kitchen. He tried his best to swallow the lump in his throat, this didn't work so he started to read it slow, "Reading, C- English, C," he stopped a second, looked up at his parents, shuddered, and continued, "Science, B-, Social Studies, D, he he," laughed in a pitiful and unsure way, "Didn't know about that one, and that's it!" he exclaimed hoping they had forgotten…
"What about Math?" his dad demanded.
"Oh yeah, sorry," he said as he was about to die, you know it's not always good to have Supers for parents, especially the ones his parents had. Even if he ran, his mom can stretch 20 meters. "Math… M-M-Math," he looked up, it was almost like staring the Grim Reaper in the eye, "F," he whispered.
What came next wasn't what he expected. He expected his dad to shout, 'WHAT!' at the top of his lungs, and smash his fists into the table; he didn't. Dash expected to jump out of his chair to try and make a run for it, but is foiled by his mom; that didn't happen.
Here is what happened. He put down the paper, and tried to look innocent. Bob took the paper and read it in disbelief. Dash noticed his dad clench his fists, and pushed them down his sides with a deep sigh, and his eyes closed. Helen, who had obviously worked on not looking mad, put her arm around Bob. "Dash," she started.
"Yeah mom?"
"There is another things, that we have noticed that may be the cause of your grades."
"Me?"
"No, you've been tired," Dash gaped, 'No!' "We know that you have been trying to cover it up." Dash threw a dirty look at Violet. Helen turned her head to notice her only daughter in the kitchen, 'He must have told her,' she thought as sighed, "No Dash, Vi did not tell us that." At that moment Violet looked relieved.
"Okay, I believe you," Dash sighed, more relief from Violet.
"Get to the point Helen," Bob grumbled.
"I'm doing that," Helen said sternly to her husband. "You know what causes your tiredness?"
Dash dreaded that question; he knew the answer, but shook his head.
"Crime fighting, Dash, crime fighting."
"Oh! Okay," he replied as he got up to leave. His mom stretched her arm to his shoulder, and pushed him into his seat.
"No Dash, we're not done," she said smoothly. This was a bad sign; Dash knew what was coming next, punishment.
"Kay," he mumbled.
"We are going to have to punish you," Helen sighed, "No crime fighting until you get all of your grades up."
"What!" Dash whined. "You can't do that! You just can't! That's not fair!"
"Dash, it is!" yelled Bob.
Dash ran, he didn't care if he ran into Violet, he needed to go to his room. On his way, he passed Violet's bedroom where she was, watching TV. Violet didn't se him, but when she heard her father scream, and her the quick patter of Dash's steps, she knew what happened, 'They grounded him! But from what?" Violet would get her answer very soon, because an hour later there was call for help.
Dash on the other hand wasn't even trying to leave, because he had already left, under circumstances.
AN: Happy everyone? You know why he left now, but the next chapter will be hard for me to plan out. Well not really, I already figured out a way for Violet to find out.
