MacGyver forever

As a kid I was dyslexic but we didn't know it back then so when the teacher called me every once and awhile to say the days lesson I would have to invent the most realistic reasons why I haven't read. And because that's was to difficult, to invent new reasons everytime, I just created the profile of the kid that comes from a disfunctional family.
You know the case, my dad was an alcoholic with no job who used to beat my mom whenever he was drunk. There were fights in the house and as my parents were killing each other in the living room, I use to sit in my room holding in my arms my baby brother who was crying constantly.
So everytime the teacher would call me I always had this lost look of despair like I didn't know what was happening around me so immediatelly she would ask someone else. In the end of the lesson she always asked me to stay in the class after everybody was gone and then she would ask me what happened. So I needed to invent something like for ex.
She would go:
-How is things at home Giannis?
-My dady lost money on bet and then went drinking and came to the house and shouted to everybody...
-Oh poor boy, she would say and then she would touch my hair in a tender way.
But that situation had an effect on my grades to. Apparently the teacher thought that giving me good grades was a good way to lift my self esteam..
At that time I knew I got away...

But one Sunday Morning as i was chilling in the couch watching my favorite show, MacGyver, eating a delicious sandwich that I created just 5 minutes before with saucage and tones of ketchup, the bell rang and as I opened the door I saw my teacher.
I was petrified.
At the time my dad was out shopping and my mom was taking care of the flowers in the back garden. My litle brother wasn't there to cause I simply... Didn't have a brother. My eyes got a glimpse of Macgyver in the tele, my hero, the man who was able to get away from every difficult situation just by improvising. I was gonna do the same.
-Hi Giannis, I was just passing on the neighborhood and I just thought to give you s visit. Is your parents around?
-No, I said with terror.
-Well where are they?
I knew that I didn't had much time since my mother could go in at any moment so I decided to say the first thing that came up to my mind..
I took the sadest face ever and said:
-My father was drunk and pushed my mother and she felt down but she was holding also the baby that left her arms and hit his head in the kitchens bench..
And immediatelly I showed her a ketchup stain there from my morning cooking adventures.
-Oh My god, she said. Where are they?
-They took the baby to the hospital and left me here.
-For Christ sake she said and walked away like she was been chased.
1 min later my mom came from the back.. Good timing I thought..
-Is someone at the door? I thought I've heard a car.
-No mom it was noise from the road
-Ah.. Ok! Did you did your homework?
-Of course.
-Good. Keep reading the way you do and one day you will achieve something great.
-Yes momy.
I thought I did a good job. For about a month everything was ok until the wealthfare visit our home with the police and arrested my father for mallesting behavior. It was a mess. The school principle was involved and childcare and nobody believed my parents until the moment it was revealed that there was no baby brother.
After that Incident they sent me to another school and my grades weren't that good anymore. But they diagnosed dyslexia so I could getaway without reading one more time. Life was good