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The Results

  It had been about two weeks since I'd performed in front of my class, and what could I say? I got ignored by everyone except for Junebug and the teacher. Of course, Junebug made a show by clapping as loud as she could, stating that everyone "missed such an amazing song".

  After hearing those words, everyone clapped out of respect, but it didn't feel the same. I wanted someone to actually LISTEN, not just be there.

  The results would happen during last period, that way we could end the day on a good note. It wouldn't be a good note if we didn't get in though, so what would be the point?

  As I barely listened to the lecture in 6th period (since I knew how to do the work), I bounced my knee up and down under my desk. I stared at the clock throughout the lesson, glancing at the teacher when they said something I didn't recognize.

  "Y/N?" The teacher says, waking me out of my trance. "What's the answer?" A few people snicker, expecting me to have no clue what's going on.

*I'm making this math up based on random theories I make up in my head*

  "Well, there's an infinite number of answers after 3.14, though they're clearly written in a specific order. The order can include the specific numbers shifted around as well. The answer is Pi."

  The teacher looks at me, flabbergasted. It wasn't really a big deal. All you have to do is understand the work. The kids who were snickering went quiet after they realized the answer was right.

  The silence went on for a little too long, prompting a kid in the back to start a conversation. The conversation had went on for a few minutes before the bell rang. I hopped out of my seat and sprinted towards the last class of the day.

  It was as if I didn't care who saw me. It was as if I WANTED to win. My best friend loved the song, and that was enough motivation to keep me going.

  Everyone was anxious. The environment was tense, whispers could be heard from all over, and someone started praying. The teacher began to teach, quickly giving up after she realized none of us were going to pay attention.

  Tick tock.
  Tick tock.
  Tick,
  Tock.

  The wait was excruciatingly long, prompting some of my classmates to have a mindset on giving up. I could hear them whispering to each other about giving up since "it was all probably a joke".

  The announcements came on a few minutes later, silencing everyone's thoughts and mouths. The principal went on a long speech about how she was proud of each and every one of us. We all stayed quiet, so quiet, that all you could hear was breathing.

  I didn't catch the first two names called, but I could hear distant cheering from other classrooms. I heard the name Winter West as the third kid. He's a student from France, so he probably had some talent he brought with him. The fourth kid wasn't at school.

  "Lastly, number 5 is..." The principal begins, going silent to add to the suspense. "Y/N Clearwater!"

  "Oh," was all I could muster. I was happy, so why did I sound so defeated? I wanted this, right?

  Well, I'll see you at homecoming.