Hermione Wesley Bryant

Chapter 8

Now it's exams week and I'm under a whole lot of pressure. I have to make good grades to make my parents proud and more importantly my dead mom because I'm sure that's what she would have wanted.
I left for school extra early to have more time for group studies with Betty, Nathan, Chris and Jeff. And all of it was actually helpful because we all nailed it in our first paper so we kept the good work going for the next two weeks. Some papers did go bad for us but they were mostly great.

Now the annual dance is this Saturday, we are halfway through the week and I have a date with Jeff. Betty is with Nathan, Chris asked Krisha to be his date, Osborne still asked Aileen to be his date though they aren't together anymore and Shirley is going with Hovan. This year's dance, Nandini Witt is joining in with her super cute boyfriend I'm eager to meet. Remember Nandini? My crazy Indian cousin. Yep, she's the one. I also have a customised designer dress coming from Lit and Boujee for the dance. Everything is just perfect. Well, everything except Shirley going to the dance with Hovan. It's not like I'm jealous or anything. She is just TOO GOOD for him! Well, I have a plan to solve that problem.

okay so the whole school just found out that the school wants five people to recite poems. It's supposed to be original but not necessarily a poem, the interesting part is the first three people get awards. The first-place wins a cash prize and trips to three different countries of his or her choice for our summer vacation. The second-place wins a cash prize and a trip to one country of his or her choice and third-place wins a cash price only.
"You should stand for the poem thing" Betty suggested
" No...I- I - can't" I said stammering
"Why not?"
"Uh- uh- I just... can't" I answered gritting my teeth.

something you don't know about me is that I love writing poems, especially those heartbreaking, depressing but relatable poems.

"You are good at stuff like that" she kept encouraging me
" Ugh... fine!" I said rolling my eyes.

I signed up for it and it was perfect timing.I was the fith person to sign up for it so it turns out I'm going up against

One - Rachel Gibbson
A normal teenage girl who's IQ it's moderate. She comes from an average home but is pretty, like really pretty. She might be competition.

Two - Julian Roberts
Not a normal teenage guy. Julian Roberts is the nephew of Julia Roberts. I'm sure you know her. He also lives in a fancy house just like mine. His IQ is really high but he isn't that handsome. He might be competition.

Three - Sharon Brooke
Well, you already know all you need to know about her. She is no competition.

Four - Beatrix Blay
You know a lot about her but there's also a lot you don't know. Her beauty is okay. IQ is a little above average. She might be competition.

I'm not so sure but I feel like I might make it. I have two days to work and finish up my poem so I left the school and went somewhere I could think clearly to make sure it's perfect.

It's Saturday, the big day, MY big day. I am excited about today, my parents are and I'm sure everyone else is. Today officially ends sophomore year. We will have to go back to school on Monday for a hard copy of our results but it's not compulsory, you can just check it from the portal.
When it was exactly 4:30pm I was dressed and I was ready to go. It was starting at 5:00pm which is early because of the poetry part. I was beautifully dressed in my customised gown-ish dress from Lit and Boujee, platform heels from Louis Vuitton and a Louis Vuitton shoulder bag. Jeff came to my house to pick me up in his car. We took pictures and videos then left for the dance.

At 5:00pm the five students were called to begin our presentations in the order of how we signed up. Now it's my turn and I'm a little nervous. I stood before the audience. I could see my parents staring at me and smiling, eagerly awaiting my presentation. I've never recited my poems to the public before so I was kind of freaking out but I've got this. I coughed, stirring attention from the crowd then I began.