Dedicated to Shannon, my gangsta friend. I just wanted to say, through this short story, that it's alright, and you will improvise, won't ya? It takes time, but you're smart enough to keep your head high, aren't you beautiful?
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How do you tell someone they've failed, in a nice way? ~ Tell them straight out.
"I'm so sorry, but you've failed the test."
Kayla Fern dreaded the words, and voicing it seemed to make it far more worse, cutting her deep; tears began to build up in her blue gray eyes, her blonde waves catching the tears. Sniffling, Kayla nodded, and waited for the teacher to move on. He did.
Kayla's fists balled up in frustration, anger setting her alight. There was nothing worse than realty; beautifully harsh. Her insides melted, her quiet aura shattered as the mark stared her in the face. Daring her, taunting her. She'd kill them for it; all of the suffering and cruelty they subdued her to. She laughed, the pain striking her in the chest. She did not double over, but instead, embraced the sensation.
She looked back down to the test paper.
One percent out of a hundred poeple will suffer, just like her, when the test was handed out. Just like her mark.
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Huntress Of Failure {Completed}
Teen FictionA girl sits in a room, test over. It is a maths test, the common, and she will learn of her marks. Can she become stronger, or will she grow delicate? A test has taken place, but her marks are not the result. They are the beginning.
