"Lana? Do you know the answer?"
"Sorry what" I say looking up from my desk.
"Do you know the answer to the question?" The teacher sighs.
"I don't even know the question"
"Lana, see me after class"
I groan and continue to tap my pencil.
"And stop tapping that pencil"
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"Do you know why I asked you to see me after class?" Miss Tate asks.
"I wasn't able to answer a question?"
"No Lana, you aren't able to stay focused in my classes and you're failing. You were doing so great, what happened?"
"I don't know"
"Are you have problems at home or?"
Yes.
"No"
"Are you sure?"
No.
"I am completely sure"
She sighs and looks down before looking up at me again.
"Just try and pick up your grades ok? I don't want to have this talk again"
"Yes Miss Tate"
