Luna:
4 AM.
Gosh, why was I still awake? Have I even slept? And what was this warm liquid something pouring down my face? Was it blood? I started to laugh at myself for how stupid I was being.
Of course, it wasn't blood. How dumb can I be? They were tears, obviously. Geez, can't I get anything right? Well, besides questions on the Pythagorean Theorem.
Oh, that's right. I have a test tomorrow. I didn't study. I hope I get a good grade. If I don't, I'll be letting so many people down. I can already imagine everybody's face as I get a 72. That's a failing grade for me.
My teachers, shaking their heads at me, saying, "Luna, what happened?" My mother's face of disappointment as she claims that it's okay even though we both know that it's not. My peers waving their 90's in my face, shocked when they hear that I had gotten 20 points less. Their exclamations as they brag to the whole school, "Guess what? Lu got a 72!" And the gnawing feeling in my throat because I knew that I could do better.
I knew that I should've done better...
Forget sleep. I didn't need sleep. The only thing I needed to do was study. That's all I'm good for anyway, right?
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