I grabbed my math textbook, and rushed over to math.
I still couldn't stop thinking about my 97.
I was hated by everyone and all of a sudden I just get good grades, didn't add up.
When I saw Mr Roberts he had a big smile on his face.
Weird.
I didn't expect to see him so happy.
I walked over to my seat to see a piece of candy on my desk.
Where did this come from?
I obviously wasn't going to eat it, it could have been poisoned.
I just wondered why it was there.
Was I getting special treatment?
Mr Roberts handed out are test.
Once again I didn't fail.
92.
Not bad, Shelly didn't even bother coming over to brag.
Why was I all of a sudden doing so good.
It didn't make sense.
I looked closer at my sheet at it looked weird.
I remember for question seven I put 207 but I saw that there was a 219.
How did that happen?
I also noticed that the writing looked nothing like mine, did Mr Roberts change it.
If so why?
We had to do these math sheet that we're supposedly easier than the test, but I found them very hard.
It took my forever just to solve a single problem.
Mr Roberts came over and helped me, which was weird because he never helped anyone.
A few minutes later, a police officer and our science teacher walked I to the room.
Mme Fleur shrieked "Opal get over here right now".
Oh no.
What had I done.
I got out my seat and pushed in my chair.
"Leave your stuff here" squawked Mme Fleur.
I was so confused.
Why was there a police officer?
That was a bit concerning.
I followed them up to the head mistress's office.
Mme Fleur knocked on the door.
I knew that whatever as on the other side of the door couldn't be good.
I was petrified.
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Boarding school
Teen FictionAfter Opal's father left them, Opal's mom has been acting crazy. She constantly would get mad at Opal for not acting like a "lady" which Opal found very unfair. When Opal was 13 years old her mother sent her to a boarding school were she constantly...
