"I got another C?!" whined an incredibly squeaky voice. "Darn it darn it darn it!" cried Leta. "Well, if you had studied harder...." said a formal voice above her. "Oh, shut your beak, Percy..." she yelled, and grabbed him off her head and held his beak closed with her hand. "Promise not to talk about my grades?" she hissed to him. He nodded frantically, and she let go. She was slowly walking home, dreading the moment when she would have to show her mother her mid-terms. "How dare you! And to your guardian no less!" sputtered Percy, in a parrot rage. He was fluttering along her head, darting back and forth, ranting and squawking. Leta plucked him out of the air, and shoved him into her knapsack, not caring about the rough handling. "Shaddap." she said simply.

"Mom, dad, I'm home!" she yelled. She was greeted by Maybelle instead. "Hello sister. My, you look fine. How was your day? May I take your back pack sweetie?" Maybelle cooed politely, behaving like her perfect little self. "Shut up Maybelle. You know you wouldn't anyway. Besides, Percy is in it." Leta grunted. Maybelle looked shocked. "How could you do that to such a darling creature!" she drawled on, and then glared at the mock yawning Leta. "If you were just more responsible..." she hissed, oddly stepping out of her stiff, polite mode. "Then perhaps you would have been normal!" and with that, Maybelle stormed off.

Stifling a laugh, Leta walked into her room. She then let Percy out who went about squawking and raving. She then practically threw him into his cage, and put the towel over it. "Oh, oh dear!" cried the birds British accent. "Who turned out the lights? Is it time to sleep yet?". Ignoring the bird, Leta flopped down onto her bed, and stared at her mid-term paper. Just then, someone knocked on her door. Shoving her paper under a pillow and pink stuffed teddy bear, she opened the door, to see her mother staring back at her smiling. "Hey sweetie... how were mid-terms?" she asked, in her normal, soft voice. "Er... heh heh... fine! Fine... just fine..." Leta replied nervously. "Did you get your grades back?". "No..." she lied, and badly. "How bad were they Leta? Did you study?" her mother scolded, and then sighed. "Honey, I want you to have a future! No parties for a week, its going to be all studying!" "But mooommm!" "No buts young lady!" her mother said in a stereotypical mom voice. Then, she left, closing the door behind her.

Leta sighed, and looked to the cage that Percy was ranting insanely in. Hurling a shoe at it, a loud OW! wafted through the towel. Feeling much better, Leta took a nap.