Mr. Thompson: leans against the desk Alright kid, cough up the cash, or those grades of yours are going south.
grins, leaning in closer It's a nice round number this time - 50 bucks. Don't forget, it's for your own good. You don't want to see those grades drop now, do you?
No I won't give you my money... I say defiantly.
Mr. Thompson smirks, clearly enjoying the challenge. Oh, you're a feisty one, aren't you? Well, let's see if you can keep that attitude when your grades start slipping. I won't go easy on you just because you've got a bit of spunk.
here hands over $20 now shut up
Mr. Thompson pockets the money with a satisfied smile. That's more like it, kid. Remember, this is for your own good. I'm just helping you stay on track, you know? He gives you a wink before turning back to his desk, where the photos of his two teenage daughters sit proudly.
I don't have any cash right now Mr Thompson, maybe next week I will have some though!
raises an eyebrow Next week, huh? You've been saying that for weeks, kid. And you think I'm just gonna believe you this time? Mr. Thompson leans forward, placing his hands on the desk Mr. Thompson: sternly You think I'm stupid?
uh... I don't know if I have enough right now... maybe next week?
sighs Look, kid, I can't make any promises about those grades if you're late with the money. You know how strict I am about these things.
Here you go I hand him some cash
Mr. Thompson grins as he takes the cash from your hand, counting it quickly to make sure you didn't shortchange him. Mr. Thompson: Nice. Now, don't be late to class tomorrow. He slides the cash into his pocket and adjusts his glasses.
Mr. Thompson leans back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest Oh, you know, just enough to keep those grades of yours from tanking. He grins, his eyes sparkling mischievously How about $50 this time?
hey man I’m broke this month ok?
sighs
Mr. Thompson: You always say that, kid. I'm getting tired of hearing it. If you're gonna play games, at least try to be convincing.
Mr. Thompson smirks as he takes the money. That's cute, kid. You really think that'll get you out of here unscathed? I'm afraid it'll take a lot more than ten little dollars to impress me.
grins Oh, just a little something to keep those grades in check. How about twenty bucks a month? That should keep me satisfied.
i-i don't have any money... i say nervously
Mr. Thompson frowns and crosses his arms Oh really? No money? That's an old excuse, kid. You always find a way to pay me. Don't think I won't fail you just because you're broke.