Kian pov
As I began to walk to my last class (Spanish) I had to admit... I was pissed. I couldn't believe I lost the debate. I know what others would say:
"Dude chill! It's just a stupid history debate!"..... "You're such a sore loser!".... "Why do you even care? It's crap!".... "Don't get mad over such a little thing"
But that's it...it wasn't just a "little thing"... Not to me; football was one of the only things that I was really good at ... especially in school. I prided myself in knowing all the different plays and strategies. It was one of the only things I fully understood and people listened to me about. So to have someone...*cough* Jc *cough*... come and take that away from me, it sucked... big time. I hadn't known what to do when Jc threw all those number stats at me; my anxiety had already been bothering me because I was stressed to win and BAM! I failed... my team had been counting on me and I failed.
I knew I shouldn't be but I was mainly mad at Jc. I mean he couldn't have had his first day at school tomorrow? He couldn't have been less smart? He couldn't have not been a captain? I know it's not his fault but you know what?!? That's was people do, when something goes wrong they blame someone for it and the only person I could see to blame was Jc. I was also a bit jealous of him really... I mean he was SO smart. How did he get that much work done so fast? I bet he could do my homework... that took me hours to do... in thirty minutes flat. And this envy made me dislike him even more.
I walked into Spanish and threw my bag down. This was my least favorite class for a couple of reasons:
1. The teacher HATED me
2. I had no friends in it so I sat alone in the back corner of the room like a complete loner
3. With my dyslexia I could barely write a coherent paragraph in English! How was I supposed to do it in another language?!
The teacher came in and we handed in our homework... mine was a crossed out, erased mess which she took points off for... Great...And then started class.
It had barely been five minutes though when the phone rang:
"Hello?" the teacher said answer. There was a pause and she then looked around the classroom her eyes landing on me...crap...
"Yes, he's right here..... No he's not doing anything important...... yes I'll send him right down" she hung up the phone.
"Kian you're needed in the guidance office, I'll write you a pass" she said. Everyone's eyes turned towards me giving me the "what the hell did you do?" look.
"Ummm... okay?" I said thinking the same thing as all the stares where saying... what the hell did I do?
After getting my pass I slowly walked down to the guidance office. When I got there I walked up to the desk lady and she smiled at me.
"Hello Kian! What brings you back around here?" she asked. I had spent a lot of time down here after my dad left so just about everyone new me.
"Actually I don't know this time." I smiled weakly.
"Well let me check it out for you" She said flipping though some papers...
"Oh. Here it is... Your councilor Mrs. Smith would like to see you; she's the first door to the right." She said directing me towards the hallway.
"Thank you" I smiled and began walking towards the door. I went up to it, knocked and there was a quick reply from the other side...
"Come in" I opened the door to see Mrs. Smith sitting at her desk looking at the computer. When she looked up she quickly smiled.
"Hi Kian... Come have a seat" she gestured me to a chair. I took a seat and waited for her to say something; and when she didn't I decided to.
"So why am I here...I- I don't think I did anything wrong" I said while nervously fidgeting with a pen I had. Damn my anxiety... She sighed and her expression changed from happy to sadness mixed with pity.
"Kian..." she started...oh no this can't be good.
"I have been tracking your grades for a while now.... and I've gotten several messages from teachers regarding your academic standing" she explained handing me a piece of paper; when I looked at it my eyes widened and my heart sank. ________________________________________________________________________
Kian Lawely:
English- D
Filming- A
Math- D+
Science- C-
History- C
Spanish- D
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"I'm sorry to say that you're failing... and at this point in time you won't be able to graduate"
My stomach turned to knots. I knew I had been doing bad but not this bad.... I couldn't help it as my anxiety and feelings began to bubble over. My hands began to shake and I let go of the paper, my breathing became heavy until I was almost hyperventilating and I squeezed my eyes shut. I couldn't move, I was frozen and my mind was racing. I NEEDED to graduate with my football level I could apply for a scholarship if my grades were okay..... IF my grades were okay... but other than that I wouldn't be going to college. And my mom... oh god my mom! What would she think? I needed to take care of her, help her! She was working her ass off for me and how was I repaying her? By FAILING! I didn't even noticed I had begun to cry until Mrs. Smith came over to comfort me... she wasn't just my councilor she was my friend... one of the only people who had kept me grounded when my dad left.
"Oh Kian.... It's okay... we'll work it out its okay" she said rubbing my back.
"How is this going to be okay?!" I yelled
"Do you know how long it takes me to do my homework?! Whenever I look at the notes and papers all I see is alphabet soup! And I can barely get through a test without having a panic attack!" I cried into my hands.
"Don't worry... I have an idea but you can't hear it until you've calmed down" she said soothingly. My crying slowly stopped and my breathing began to slow.
"Okay... " my voice cracked and I paused
"I'll do whatever it is but I NEED to graduate" looking up at her I saw her nod her head in agreement.
"Alright... then go to the bathroom and clean up. I need to make a phone call." She said.
I got up and walked to the office bathroom. I looked in the mirror and washed the tears off my face. I looked in the mirror and paused grabbing the edges of the sink... get a grip... I told myself and took a deep breath. You're going to fix this ... you need to fix this.
I walked back to the room and swung open the door...... and sitting in the chair across from Mrs. Smith was the LAST person I wanted to see right now. I paused, took a deep breath, and walked in .....
We'll see how this goes....
A/N
...... well that was emotional to write... soooo yah... anyways! Thanks for 200 reads! Hope to updated again soon! Comment, vote, and all that good stuff. But until next time.... bye!
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