Guess+What?+-+My+Homework+Ate+My+Dog

The worst part is, I haven't even had time to be upset about losing Fluffy. My biology homework is currently stuck in the garage, but my parents are due home from my sister's ballet recital in less than half an hour, and if I don't figure this thing out I am going to lose more than just Fluffy.

It's really not my fault that this happened. I was just trying to get an A on my homework assignment so I don't flunk Biology and end up going to summer school. I was supposed to show how changing one variable would effect the growth of my lima beans that Mr. Ruffin assigned me. I needed a big effect in order to impress him (and make up for my lack of effort earlier in the semester) so I decided to look for some amazing plant food. At this point I should probably tell you that my mother is a scientist for some big, secret, hush-hush government lab. I once went to visit her top secret lab where the highest security clearance is required.

I found this BIG blue box that had the words "Growing is easy." I read the directions. This is it. I am going to try this in my new experiment. I hope that this will earn the A that I desperately need to pass my class. I took the box and headed to the kitchen. Uh-oh. I tripped and dropped it on the hard tile floor.