I'm dead.
Not like literally dead, but in the other sense of dead.
My mom is going to kill me.
I got 34% in the exam.
It's not my fault! 1/4 of the questions we didn't even study about. Like what the hell.
I'm just walking home now and see what my mom has to say about this.
When I get home I open the door and mom is already there expecting to see a good grade.
"Hand me the paper," She says snatching the paper away from my hands, she gasps, "34%!?"
"I know and I'm sorry-"
"You are such a disgrace to this family!" She cut me off, "I can't believe I had a son like you!"
"And I can't believe I had a mom like you," I murmured. Luckily, she didn't here neither did she understand what I was saying.
"Just go to your room and don't come out," She slapped her head, "You're such a dissapointment!"
"Sorry," I nodded and proceeded to my bedroom.
I locked the door and sit down on my bed.
The worst part of all is my phone will probably be unexistant now.
34%?
I honestly think I could've gotten something higher.
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Speak Now or Forever Hold your Pee [ON HOLD]
Ficción GeneralDuring an exam, Jonathan Lewis, really has to go to the bathroom to empty his bladder. What if the teacher doesn't let him? Will he speak now or forever hold his pee? Let's find out!