Nine.
A number that comes before ten.
Nine.
The number that starts at the beginning of high school.
Nine.
A number that makes you a freshmen.
Nine.
The number that means you have to take algebra and gym your first year.
Nine.
A number that most kids hate because it means they still have four years of school left.
Nine.
The number I almost didn't pass because I am a not so smart student.
Nine.
Algebra is a class that people like me tend to hate.
Nine.
Math class is hard to pass and if you have a D it is even harder.
Nine.
Trying to take an exam in algebra and realizing that if I don't ace this, then I will have to retake the class.
Nine.
Getting the report card and knowing that I barely got a passing grade.
Nine.
Finding out I have to take gym both my first and last trimesters.
Nine.
Knowing that if I don't bring a change of cloths to gym, then I can't participate.
Nine.
Being good the for the first trimester without have to miss any gym time except for one time because I forgot to take I clothes out of the dryer.
Nine.
Starting to slack off in my last trimester because I just don't want to do gym.
Nine.
Lying to the teacher for the first time, telling her I forgot my cloths and she tells me that I should remember next time.
Nine.
I say I won't do it again, but I do and the teacher gives me a disappointed look.
Nine.
Before I know it, I have missed so many days, I can't even keep track of them.
Nine.
Not wanting to look at the report card to see if I have to retake the horrible classes again.
Ten.
Finally getting my new schedule and having my mom read it to me as I anticipate the words she is going to say.
Ten.
Letting out the biggest sigh ever and sinking into my seat, the heavy weight of worry lifted off my chest, realizing I don't have to retake gym or any classes for that matter.
