I'm so sorry || cth (discontinued)

Hello

40|| Hello

~Stephanie~

"This isn't good enough for your level," my teacher says, slamming her hand on the desk in front of me as she picks up my journal.

"I'm sorry madam," I apologise, rubbing my head.

She looks at me with her arms crossed. "What's your excuse?!"

The boy I have feelings for betrayed me twice.

My ex-best friend won't stop bothering me.

My so called 'friends' are ignoring me.

My parents are so bad at taking care of me.

I haven't been getting any sleep.

And everything is piling on top each other which is stressing me out.

"Personal reasons madam," I sigh, looking down at my desk.

She sends me an angry look. "Aw," she says mockingly, "you must be having such a difficult time in school. I'm sure everyone else has personal things to do in their time but they still managed to do the work. Why is that, Ms McCall?"

"I don't know," I shrug, not bothering to fight her.

"Laziness," she states. "That's an after school and a 'do it again'," she tells me as she walks back to the front of the class.

I hear a few sniggers around the classroom but honestly, I don't care.

"11 More," the teacher's voice bellows across the room, "get on with our work."

I roll my eyes before looking down at the worksheet in front of me.

I sit there for a long time, just looking at the sheet- not even reading it, just looking at it.

I'm snapped out of my trance with a small knock on the door.

"Come in," the teacher says really loudly as the door swishes open.

A tall girl walks in with a note in her hand, handing that same note to the teacher.

The teacher's eyes skim over it before looking around the class and finding my eyes.

"Stephanie McCall," she says in a monotone voice, her eyes digging deep into my soul.

"Yes Madam?" I ask, trying to stay calm.

"Front Office now," she orders, handing me the note.

My eyebrows scrunch together in confusion.

I look over at Luke in confusion and he just shrugs his shoulders as he gives me a good-luck-look. I smile in reply.

I begin to pack my things up and slide my arms into my bag as I walk out of the room, clutching the note in my hand.

Just before I left the room though, I manage to make eye contact with a certain brown eyes boy.

I instantly look away and shut the door before quickly walking down the empty hallways.

I only had to go down a few flights of stairs to get to front office so I'm there in no time.

Nervously, I walk up to the desk, fidgeting with my hands.

"Do you need anything?" The receptionist behind the desk asks, getting straight to the point.

I clear my throat as i hand her the note I had been given.

Just like my teacher, her eyes skim over the note before looking back up at me.