Answer:
hide me from your parents if you have done bad academically this year.
When you take away the whole from me there is always some left.
Two in a whole and four in a pair. Six in a trio you see. Eight's a quartet but what you must get is the name that fits just one of me.
If you have it, you donβt share it. If you share it, you donβt have it. What is it?
I cannot be felt seen or touched. Yet I can be found in everybody. My existence is always in debate. Yet I have my own style of music.
What language does a billboard speak?