Tears didn't stop rolling down my cheeks even as I splashed cool tap water on my face repeatedly. Why couldn't I get such a simple thing? Everyone around me easily did. What happened? How did I reach here? How did I go from getting 99-100 in Maths, to getting panic attacks just doing half the sum?
My exam was just four months away. If I don't score well, what would I even do with my life?
I have always been the type of person who takes their education seriously.
I have to win. I have to work harder every day to keep up with my dear competitors, aka, friendly chameleons.
I can't and certainly won't let one stupid thorn in my foot (read: Maths) ruin my entire journey. I will practice like never before, and finish story.
With that in mind, I hastily wiped off the tears from my face and stared back at the girl behind the mirror: a girl with slight hormonal acne, tanned skin, and eyes that were now puffy but newly lit with fire and determination.
Tomorrow when I go to school, I am going to contact my Mathematics teacher. No matter what it takes, I can, and I will do it.
I hope that this chapter was good! What do you guys think?
Question of the day:
Phone or laptop?
Leave me in the comments down below!
YOU ARE READING
Diary of an academic over-achiever
Teen FictionMy future is important. More than anything. My teachers love me, my peers love me, and I love getting straight As in all my classes. Being the academic over-achiever, has always been easy for me, until I began high school.
