Thirty Days.

Chapter 1.

How often do I get to feel this way?

90% on a test. Are you serious?

Tears threaten to fall out my eyes as I stare at the imperfect score on my exam.

90%. 90%. 90%. Ninety. Percent.

I tried. As I'm getting up to leave the classroom for dismissal, I bump into a boy.

"Sorry.", He uttered under his breath. Stupid boy, how could you not see me? I obviously had an excuse because my vision was blurred by my tears. Not even a proper apology.

Just as stupid as I am.

I pick up my books off the floor, the once that have fallen due to the collision of me and that mysterious boy. Mysterious boy. I haven't seen him anywhere. Whatever.

I walk out the door, my tears finally falling as my face makes contact with the sun's bright and shining rays.

Stupid sun. Stupid me. Stupid boy. Stupid world.

-1/14/24.