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"Alright class, today we will be distributing the report cards for this quarter of the school year. Be sure to take your report card home and get it signed by a parent or guardian."

That's what the teacher told the class before she handed out the report card that had the worst grade I had ever received in my life.

As I opened the envelope, my eyes widened and my hands started trembling when I got one single glance of the paper. I rubbed my eyes to make sure I was seeing this right. I got a D...in math...

I'm not going to be able to rest tonight, my dad will surely bring a knife up to my throat! How did I even get a grade this bad?! I fidgeted with the paper, wondering if this was really reality or not. Maybe this is a mistake? I'll walk up to the teacher and ask,

I sprung up from my seat and walked towards the teacher's desk.

"Mrs. Smith, look at this grade. I think there has been some mistake! I swear I put all of my effort into the assignments, I don't think this is right!" I pointed to the horrid letter on the paper.

"Mr. Kim, I can assure you that this is no mistake. The information on the report cards is checked repeatedly to ensure that it is accurate" The teacher explained to me.

"W-wait...but how could I possibly earn such a terrible grade, a D?!"

"Your grade fully reflects on the effort you put in during class. Maybe you should have worked harder if you wanted a better grade" My teacher reasoned, while furrowing an eyebrow.

I stepped back to the location of my seat, in defeat. My shoulders slumped over and my heart raced in anxiety of what will happen when I arrive home. I don't want to go home tonight...

However, time flew by as I went to each of my classes. Something that I didn't want at that moment was to get closer to going home. I wished that I could stop time for a moment and mentally prepare myself for what was to come.

I strolled over to the area where I was doing my part-time job, it was a 7-Eleven. You see, my family isn't in a stable condition financially and I was doing all I could to support them. My father was an alcoholic and my mother was the only one that did her part to support our family.

I changed into the uniform needed to work at the 7-Eleven and I walked over to the cash register to begin my job for the day. As I rang up customers, my manager noticed that I wasn't in the normal "cheerful" mood that I was usually in. Even some customers complained that I was acting "rude" towards them.

"Hey Mr. Kim, is something wrong? You're acting unusual today" He asked as he stole several glances of my facial expression and body language.

"No, it's nothing to worry about, Mr. Park!" I gave him a smile to assure him that I was okay.

"Are you sure? Many customers complained that you were being 'rude' towards them, which is a first for you" He patted my head.

How is it being rude to not be happy? Everyone has their own emotions, these customers are the actual rude ones for not recognizing my sadness.

"The customers are disrespectful anyway, Mr. Park. They act like this towards the other employees all of the time, and you know that they aren't even rude."

Mr. Park raised his hands in the air, "Alright, alright. I'll take your word for it. Now lemme peace out and stop being a nuisance to you" He winked, farted, and doubled back.

I raised an eyebrow in confusion and continued working. Soon, the shift for my part-time job ended. It was time to go home. Oh no...

I tried to take the tiniest steps possible on the pavement of the sidewalk as I strolled back home. By each passing minute, I grew more and more stressed about my dad's reaction to my terrible grade. I eventually reached my home and took a few breaths before opening the door.

There was my dad, sitting in front of the TV, drinking his millionth bottle of alcohol. 

"SON! GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE! I HEARD GRADES CAME IN TODAY! SHOW ME YOUR REPORT CARD!" He screamed as he gestured for me to stand in front of the area where he was sitting.

I gulped as I walked over to the brute. He absolutely reeked. I wanted to cover my nostrils, but knew that I would receive a beating if I did so. I unzipped my pink backpack and grasped the disgusting paper. I sighed nervously before handing it to the pimply bald-headed man before me.

I'm going to die... I covered my face entirely with my hands.

My dad burped while peering at my grades. He smacked me on the face with such force that it sent me tumbling back. My face stung like some wasp that just repeatedly attacked me.

"WHAT THE HELL IS THIS YOUNG MAN! A D? WHAT DID YOU DO GET THIS OF A TERRIBLE GRADE?" He yelled at the top of his lungs, leaving me stunned in terror.

I trembled in fear and I couldn't mutter a single word from my mouth.

"MUST YOU MAKE ME REPEAT MYSELF? I ASKED YOU, WHY DID YOU GET SUCH A TERRIBLE GRADE?" He then picked up one of the empty alcohol bottles on the table and threw it towards me. Shards of glass scattered around the floor and some grazed my face, making an entrance for blood to seep out.    

I felt tears form in my eyes. As they rolled down my face, they stung the cuts made by the glass that had previously pierced my face. 

"I'm sorry, dad! I promise I'll do better next time!" I tried to reassure him.

"NEXT TIME? THERE IS NO NEXT TIME FOR YOU, YOUNG MAN! PACK YOUR BAGS AND FUCK OUTTA HERE! YOU ARE A DISAPPOINTMENT TO OUR FAMILY! YOU CAN NO LONGER CALL YOURSELF 'MY SON!'"  He shrieked so loudly that he even startled my mom enough to walk into the room.

"What is going on here? Wait... what happened? Why is there glass all over the floor?" She gasped and a terrified expression was plastered across her face.

My father sprung up as hastily as he could and struck my mother on her face, "THIS IS YOUR FAULT! ITS YOUR FAULT THAT HE IS THIS DUMB!"

"W-was his report card given to him? What grade did he get?"

"HE GOT A FUCKING D IN MATH, WHAT WILL BECOME OF HIM IN THE FUTURE?! HE NEEDS TO GET THE HELL OUT OF THIS HOUSE!"

"You got a D, Sunoo? What will become of you now? You won't be accepted into a good university. How dare you disappoint us like this?! After all we've done for you!? I'm done providing for you and wasting money on a nuisance like you. Get out of the house right now" My mother cried as she gave me a look of betrayal.

"Mom! I'm so sorry! P-please don't do this!" I pleaded desperately.

"NO! I have made myself clear. Your father is right, you are no longer our son! GET LOST!"

I sobbed in pain as I got up from the floor. I bit back the bile that formed in my throat and headed to my room to pack my bags, as I had no choice with both of my parents' disapproval.

I can't believe this... what am I going to do now? Where am I going to go? Maybe the whole reason I even got a D was because of all the weight my family put onto me and having to support my family financially.

Honestly, I couldn't fathom any of the events that just happened, it didn't feel like reality.

My hands trembled as I grabbed different items and placed them into a red bag. The bag had several wet spots due to the tears that dripped down onto it. I zipped up the bag and prepared to leave my home.

I don't think that I will ever come back here again...