Pathetically, Neil sulks over to the couch and sinks down beside Goodnight. He hands over the paper and puts his head into hands. It feels like admitting something, but he's not sure what. And he's suddenly even more grateful that the paper didn't involve anything incriminating from the holiday break.

"I'm such an idiot," he mutters. "I should have just written about...the snow storm or something. That was before school started."