CAN SOMEONE HELP ME?
What can the reader conclude about Jasper?
A.
He excels at subjects such as math and science.
B.
He does not pay close attention to his friends.
C.
He comes from a poverty-stricken background.
D.
He is hiding the fact that he doesn't know how to read.

"Does anyone want to trade lives with me?" asked Jasper as he sat down at the lunchroom table. Iolanthe and Trixie exchanged amused looks.
"That's a pretty terrible attitude," Trixie replied as she patted Jasper on the shoulder. "Cheer up. Iolanthe has great news." Jasper barely glanced up from his plate.
"What news?" he mumbled as he stuffed french fries in his mouth.
"I made captain of the wheelchair rugby team!" exclaimed Iolanthe with a huge grin.
"You play wheelchair rugby?" asked Jasper in surprise.
"For the past five years," said Iolanthe. "You of all people should know that. Trixie and I are going to Frosty Palace after school to celebrate. Why don't you come with us?"
"I don't have anything to celebrate," said Jasper glumly. "I can't figure out this poetry stuff to save my life. If I don't get a good grade on tomorrow's test, I'll fail the class."
"Poor thing," Trixie cried compassionately. "It feels terrible to fail something. I should know! It took me twelve tries to get onto the cheerleading squad, after all. Even though I'm just an alternate, I still show up to every game. I know I'll get on the field one of these days."
"Why don't we help you study, Jasper?" suggested Iolanthe. "We're both pretty good at poetry."
"It won't help," he said. "I haven't bought the book yet."
"How do you expect to pass if you don't have the book?" asked Trixie.
"I thought I could bluff my way through the test," said Jasper. "The new World of War Skill video game came out, and I spent all my allowance on it. I didn't want to spend my money on some stupid book." Iolanthe shook her head in amazement.
"That is the most irresponsible thing you've ever done," she told Jasper. "And I didn't think you could get any more irresponsible."
"I agree completely," said Trixie. "I have helped you out of jams since you were a kid, Jasper, but this is just ridiculous. Iolanthe and I have better things to do than listen to you complain." Iolanthe rolled her wheelchair back from the table and joined Trixie in leaving the lunchroom. Jasper's head drooped as he contemplated his french fries.
"My friends abandoned me for no reason," Jasper moaned out loud. "Why does everything always happen to me?"