A Week With Andrea

Introduction

I've always wanted to leave. The moment I got into this school and blended in perfectly with the other students, I knew that this was the worst decision my parents have made so far (excluding my birth). I planned on leaving this god-forsaken place that claims to be "godly" like all catholic/christian schools. What's even worse is it's all girls. The fact that I can't stand my mom and sister is enough proof that I cannot stand being in the same room with the same gender. More over a school. So I came up with the greatest plan in all history of plans-by-me.

I had to fail.

Back in my old school, I was sort of "known".
I was always part of the top 10, always part of the class officers, had been part of the student council, a member of the grade school choir and half of the faculty's favorite student. My life was set out in front of me. I was born to be successful. I know what I wanted to be and who I was. But, things change when you enter high school I guess.
Anyway, back to my plan. I had to fail so bad that my mom would take me out of this school, and surely I'd be back to co-ed in no time.

It took me awhile to think of what subject to fail considering the fact I love studying—not studying itself, just the stuff I get from it.

Everyone was quiet and surely that meant something. I looked up to see a woman who looked liked she was 50. Although the lack of wrinkles on her small face said otherwise. Her glasses slid down her nose quite often and she carried a small tote bag with her. She was our adviser this year.

"Good morning St. Anne." she revealed her pearly whites and did a slight nod,

Everyone greeted back in response and sat on their seats. I sat somewhere at the back since the arrangement was by surname.

This year was going to be terrible. I could tell by the smile on our teacher's face.

It was fake.

And the fact that my best friend was in another section by the end of the hall.