To Be Different

Chapter 19

It's Friday and I'm the most excited. We're all most done with the final shooting and I couldn't wait to advertise our movie.

As I entered the school, I felt new energy.
Even though some people still gave me curious glances, it didn't bother me as much as it did a week ago.

I don't usually decorate my locker but my mood was down for it.

I place a star on top and one on the door.

Just like the star I am.

The hallway becomes noisy and I sigh annoyed not bothering to look because I know who it is.

I hurry to get out of the room before everyone begins to chatter about how cute of a couple Hazel and Paul are.

Don't get me wrong, I like Paul. I don't have feelings for him but seeing him with other girls just hurt me so much.

I go to the English class according to my class schedule and greet Mr. Set warmly.

He doesn't look at me as he greets back and I begin to wonder if I did something wrong.

The whole class enters followed by Hazel and Paul as usual.

I avoid looking at them and face my desk instead.

There's much to worry about. Like if our movie would be a success.

If Jace will ask me out.

I was anticipating that so much.

Everyone settles down to give Mr. Set a chance.

I'm also excited for him to start because he's handing over our English test results.

"Most of you did well." He says. "Some of you tried but the rest, I'm very disappointed."

He says the last words starring right at me.

Okay don't sweat it, he always look at his best students.

"English is our major subject in this school and I respect if it's taken seriously. We are preparing all of you for the major exams. What do we do if even our best students let us down?"

My heart skips when he doesn't look away from me.

I didn't study this test but I don't do usually either.

I look away from him scared of my results now.

Did I score an eighty?

Omg!!!!

I can't help my heart from skipping fast now.

He takes a pile of test marks and begins announcing the test mark's from highest to lowest.

"Hundred percent from Paul Martinez." He says.

He didn't say from Paul and I.

Omg!

Or maybe he was yet to call my name.

Paul takes his paper bored and takes his seat.

It's our thing. We're proud of it but it's also boring.

Mr. Set begins to call 90 percents and doesn't say my name.

My heart drops when he calls out the 80 percents.

I can't possibly have scored an 80.

Everyone stares at me shocked.

I look down not wanting to break down Infront of anybody.

I give up waiting when he doesn't say my name at the fifties.

By then the whole class excitedly start to shout my name.