Kaycee Thomas: A Short Story

Kaycee Thomas

      I am currently in my last semester of college. I plan to graduate with a masters degree in Criminal Justice. I also, had dreams of joining the FBI when eligible, since I was a freshman in high school. Let's just say, things don't always go as planned.

      I was sitting in class staring at my final exam of my college career. I was not happy with this at all. When my friend Matthew saw it, he gasped with shock. "Kaycee, how did that happen? We studied together and you got everything right then", he said with confusion clear in his voice.

      On every exam I'd gotten back throughout college, I'd aced them. Now, I get my final exam back and I failed it?! This was the exam that determined whether I graduated or not. Now, it seemed that I want going to get to walk across that stage and receive my degree.

      It was my dream to graduate college and then go on to join the FBI. Now, that dream was shattered to pieces. I'd paid thousands to my college just so I could accomplish my dream. What am I going to do now?

      As I walked to my professors office,I was freaking out inside. 'How did this happen? What am I going to tell my parents? Oh please let this be a mistake!' was running through my mind. I knocked on the door with a shaky hand. "Please,come in." said Mr.Smith. I slowly walked over to his desk and sat down in one of the chairs in front of his desk.

      "How may I help you, Ms...?" He said. "Thomas. I'm Kaycee Thomas." He smiled at me, saying, "Very Well then, Ms.Thomas. What seems to be the problem?"

      I swallowed hard and tried to keep back the tears that were daring to roll down my cheeks. I showed him my exam and said,"How did this happen? I think you've made a mistake." He studied the paper while rubbing his chin. "Hmmm. I don't think I have. You got all but three questions wrong. You've clearly failed. I'm sorry, but you will not be graduating, my dear." I Stared at him. "May I see it, please?" I looked down at the name and realized it wasn't my name at all. It was spelled in correctly. My name is spelled with a K and this one was spelled with a C.

      "Sir,this isn't mine. My name is spelled differently. See? This one is spelled with a C and my name is spelled with a K. This isn't even my handwriting. Can you find mine?" Mr.Smith rummaged through some folders in his filing cabinet and pulled out a Manila folder. He set it on his desk and opened it. Flipping through them, he said,"Could you look for it?".

      I flipped through all of the papers in the file and finally found mine. I stared at the paper in shock because I had gotten a perfect score on it. I smiled and handed him the papers in the Manila folder and put by paper in by backpack, standing up.

      "Thank you so much, Sir! You have no idea how relieved I am." Mr.Smith smiled and walked to the door of his office with me. "You're very welcome, Ms.Thomas. I'm so very Sorry for the mix-up. Have a good day now!" I nodded and walked towards my dormitory.

      I walked with a bounce in my step and a smile on my face. 'This was one crazy,but also exciting day.' I thought to myself.

So I had to write a short story for my high school English class and I decide to put it on here for you guys to enjoy! Hope you like it!!