Grayson didn't want to talk to anybody. His friends were all discussing their class projects for the weekend excitedly. Grayson's cheeks grew warm with1. How could they understand his feelings when their parents would help them? His parents worked all the time.
When school was over, Grayson ran out and raced home. He 2 his backpack on the floor, and walked heavily to his room.
"How was school today, Grayson?" Grandpa asked.
"It was okay, I guess."
"It doesn't seem like that."
Grayson told Grandpa about the3. Each student needed to build something with an adult, and then made a report about it.
Grandpa listened 4. "That sounds nice," he said. "Why are you so 5?" Grayson felt sadness rising inside him. "I don't have anyone to help me."
Grandpa raised his eyebrows. "What am I?" he asked. "A useless person?" Grayson froze in 6. "You will do it with me, Grandpa?"
"Sure!" Grandpa said.
Grayson's heart seemed so light. Maybe this project wasn't so bad.
After dinner, they sat at the table and made a list of ideas. They settled on building a robot from old boxes.
When they finished, the kitchen table was a mess. But Grayson couldn't stop 7.
"I think it's the best robot I have ever built. Now I have to write my report," Grayson said. He ran to Grandpa's side and hugged him. "Thank you, Grandpa. I had a lot of 8."
"Me, too. Maybe next time we can9something that explodes, like a volcano." Grandpa said.
Grayson smiled again. He could 10wait.
