Dear Diary 💞
I woke up today, feeling like I should just disappear from this planet. The thought of me going to school and having a chemistry test that very morning was insane. And yes I didn't study because I didn't know what I was studying, but for real, how do people learn that stuff?
Anyways I got down from my bed and slid onto the floor, my mom calling out my name to see if I was awake “yes mom, am wide awake” I replied to her. Sluggishly I crawled to the bathroom with my eyes closed, yes they were closed, and why not since I know my way around my room?
having spent up to 15 minutes in the bathroom 🚿 I came out with my towel wrapped around my body and a mini one for my head. As soon as I stood in front of my bronze-framed mirror, I knew that today would be one of my worst days, that feeling just came upon me like it was a sign, that spending 15 minutes in the bathroom was also a sign, because I have never spent anything less than 25 minutes in the bathroom or probably because I have a test today that will put my brain In shambles.
I called my BFFs to ask if they have studied, and their reply wasn't even helping.
“holy guacamole! We have a test today?” Sasha asked, her knowing full well that we have a chemistry test today.
“Uhh yes, I did. just a little. Did you?“ Mika answered.
“No I didn't:-” I said.
I knew Mika didn't study but I know she would deny it if I told her that she didn't.
“What's chemistry?“ I slapped my forehead when I heard that coming from Leonardo like he would be acting like he doesn't know this, he doesn't know that and at the end of the day, he's always having the highest mark in every test or exam we do.
I looked at the time and gosh it flies fast, I still haven't gotten dressed, mom was calling me again to get ready and come downstairs and dad is busy making pancakes 🥞.
“Shit” I muttered under my breath as I stood in front of my closest, for the first time in 2 months I didn't know what to wear, but I just have to remind myself that I was going to school, I was going to blues high school and not just a party or something.
I got decked in my graffiti hoodie with a pair of black jeans and my leather boots, I tied my brown straight hair into a low bun and looked into the mirror. I already knew that I looked like a homeless person, I just needed to take a look in the mirror to confirm.
“You will have to walk to school if you don't come down in time” my mom yelled from the garage ”ugh” I hurriedly grabbed my backpack as I switched off all the sockets and left my room. When racing downstairs, the aroma of the pancakes filled my nostrils, begging me to have a taste of it. I walked passed the kitchen and I saw my dad waving towards me, I waved back and smiled. He was the best.
“What was taking you so long?” my mom asked as I entered the car, staying in the passenger seat.
“Nothing” was all I could say.
“Hmm or maybe she was trying out her best outfit to impress her crush, now I see why he doesn't want you because you suck” my brother josh, who was sitting at the back of the car interrupted.
He was a ten-year-old annoying fellow, who was nothing but a pain in my ass. He was my tormentor whose mission was to make jest of me at every given opportunity.
“Shut the fuckup jo-
“LANGUAGE PLEASE” my mom roared in my ear so loudly that I could have sworn that I was already bleeding from there.
“Sorry” I rolled my eyes at josh, who was smirking at me In the most disgusting way I could ever imagine, he thought he ate or something because mom shouted at me, well if that was the reason for his smirking, he was dumb.
The class was dead silent, as the students scribbled away. Mr Cameron, our chemistry teacher stood in front of the class with hawk eyes glaring at us, ready to send any student to the principal who behave suspiciously. While I, couldn't help but glare at him back as I knew nothing about this test. He then spotted me and I looked away, I didn't want him to come and stay beside me, I haven't written anything.
But he was already approaching me
I began to scribble on the paper, even though I didn't know what I was writing, I just couldn't let him see my empty test. Before I knew it, he had stood in front of me, I dare didn't look up, I just continued, hoping he would go away. But he didn't, instead, he lifted my test making my pen fall off my hand and bringing the attention of other students. All eyes were on both of us.
He carefully examines the nonsense that I have written on the test. Shame came upon me as he looked at me and shook his head, I couldn't help but placed my hoodie over my head, forgetting that we are not allowed to do so.
“Take it off” his deep voice echoed throughout the class, attracting more stares upon me, I slowly removed my hoodie from my head as I saw Sasha from the corner of my eye, looking at me with a motionless face. “She must have studied” I frowned at the thought of it, not that I was jealous or something. But disappointed with myself.
“Meet me after class” his voice echoed once more, he handed me back my test and looked back at me, I stared at him and couldn't help but notice his grey eyes, they were magnificent. Wait. I shook that thought out of my head, he was my teacher, my CHEMISTRY teacher for God's sake.
Unfortunately, the bell ranged sooner than expected. All the students submitted their tests and left the class one by one, while I sat back there and buried my head in my hands, the class was practically empty, leaving only me and Mr Cameron.
“So” he began.
“I see that you didn't study”
I lifted my head from my hands and saw how he glared at me with so much intensity, 'chill bro it's just a test' I thought to myself.
“ Sir, I had a whole lot going on at home, sir” I lied
He knew that I was lying, but hey am not a fan of science 🔬 even though I studied, I would have failed anyway.
“Becky, this is the third chemistry test that you are failing” he paused to see if I was paying attention, which I was
“if you fail your final exam and have no test with a better score to back it up, I am afraid that you will repeat the 10th grade”
To be honest, I saw this coming, but what can I do? I slowly nodded and packed up my things, I went straight to Mr Cameron and dropped my crappy test on his table. I turned to leave the classroom but he called me back.
“Would you like it if I helped you?“.
Merci pour la lecture!
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