I grab my pencil case and calculator. Kiely and Meghan shuffle off to their next periods and I am the last one at my locker as usual. I like to take my time, I use the 5 minutes to get to class to my advantage. I look around and subtly put on some tinted Chapstick. This is also part of my reputation, not caring about my appearance or gross pieces of skin peeling off of my lips, but little did they know that I was seriously self conscious.
I chuck the stick of chapstick back in my locker and slam the door shut. I slowly walk to my maths class delaying it as long as possible.
When I get to Mrs. Beck's class a few minutes late I don't even got through the door before Mrs. Beck swings the door open, shoves my exam paper in my hands and points out the door towards the detention room.
I sigh, guess I miss judged my 5 minute gap.
I slump off to the detention room and greet the receptionists, "Hi ladies, long time no see." I say cheerfully.
One of the receptionists rolled her eyes and the other replied, "Liv, you were here just yesterday..."
I smile at her and reply. "I know but it must of been a long time for you girls to be parted from me."
They roll their eyes and I waltz into the detention room.
"Olivia Martin. To whom do I owe the pleasure?" Mr Smith says sarcastically not looking up from his newspaper, obviously knowing it was me.
"Would you like a copy of my birth certificate because it's just Liv..." I grumble.
He looks up and glares at me. "Sit down, what did you do now?" He snaps.
I put my hands up in a defensive stance, "Just here to complete my exam in a less crowded room." I answer innocently.
He points to the desk and I sit down and opened my exam.
Crap.
I stare at the exam. I have never heard of half of the terms on the paper. Midpoint? What the HELL is a gradient?
I glance over at Mr Smith who is glaring at me over his newspaper. I give him a weak smile and turn back to my exam. I look at the clock, then back to my exam. At the clock, then at my blank exam.
How am I going to complete this exam. I start to panic, this is not the type of person my peers see me as. Tears form in my eyes and I put my head on the desk and sob softly.
I pray to God, "God Forgive me for not studying, please give me the wisdom and knowledge to complete this exam and I will never come unprepared again!" I whisper quietly.
I quickly look over to Mr Smith and he stands up to go refill his coffee cup in the staff room. I wait for a moment to see if God is going to send me a white dove holding the answers in it's beak.
Nothing.
Damn it. I knew he was with me. He was probably sitting next to me shaking his head at how stupid I am to not have studied, thanks pal.
I sit their the whole 50 minutes trying to wipe the smudges of mascara from under my eyes. No one can know this happened. Not that I totally left my paper blank, but that I cried.
Finally Mr Smith walks in and tells me my time is up. I hand him my paper and rush out of the room making sure to stop by the girls toilets and make sure there is no trace of anxiety left on my face.
Once in the toilet I grab a paper towel and fix the rest of my smudged makeup, still sniffing softly.
"Liv?" A small voice squeaks from behind me.
Thinking I was alone this makes me jump. I turn around and my friend Sarah is standing behind me with a sympathetic look on her face.
"Have you been crying?" She says coming and placing a soft hand on my shoulder.
I shake my head softly and burry my face in her shoulder. She wraps her arms around me and hugs me close.
"Shhhh, it's okay." She whispers softly as I whimper.
Sarah is a close friend of mine, she is always there for me but we don't hang out or talk much at school. She is the only person I don't have to put on a brave face for. She doesn't' look up to me or down at me, she sees eye to eye with me and I appreciate that.
"I flunked my maths test." I whisper bluntly.
She pulls me away and stares into my eyes.
"Grades aren't everything." She smiles
I drop my head knowing that grades ARE everything to my parents. They are going to kill me.
Sarah brings me in for one last hug and I tell her I have to go to my next class. She wipes a tear from my eye and smiles. "I'm here for you." She says then quickly leaves.
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My Life As A Cowgirl
ChickLitLiv is a cowgirl in a suburban town. At school she is know by her peers as "the outgoing one" to her teachers she is "the rebel" to her parents she is "there little cowgirl Angel" and to boys she's "high risk" When Liv looses one of her closes famil...
