Life is a Killer Grade

Chapter 2: The Horrifying Moment

It was Friday February 7th, 2014 and it was a wonderful day. That is, it was until I hit 2nd period, 3rd class. I say it like this because our scheduling is really weird, at least to other people it would be. I would explain it all, but that's way too much effort.

I had found out that there was going to be a Zephyr Academy Award for the people who got A's, B's, and C's on their report cards. Well, I was pretty upset because all my best friends were going and I wasn't allowed to. Apparently, I have an F in Social Studies. It has never been one my best subjects ever since I started middle school. Everything I did in class, failed. I really hated it. It's not that I just don't wanna do it, it's just because I can never understand what I'm learning.

"I'm sorry, what?" I was spacing out, thinking about what my teacher told me. There was no sound in the room. It was making me tense up and nervous. It was just dead silence. It made me feel very uncomfortable sitting there at my desk. I started to fidget in my seat a little bit, but not enough for anyone to notice.

My teacher Mr. Canel repeated, "I said you have to go to Mrs. C's room because of your grades. Everyone will be leaving soon to go to the award."

Geez, it was a Friday. Couldn't I just get a break and go to the award? Who cares what my grades are. I won't need them any time in my life, so I don't know what the big deal is. Teachers make school work seem like a life or death situation.

I looked around the room at everyone. My face was cherry red because I was so embarrassed. My one friend Raymon looked at me in total shock. I didn't know what to do. I was totally embarrassed. I wanted to curl up into a little ball and just cry my eyes out.

Raymon Agerti is one of my friends. He's 5 foot 10 with short, somewhat curly, dark brown hair. His brown eyes gave everything about his personality: a little bossy. I've known him for 3 years. I used to like him ever since we met in Percussion Ensemble in 7th grade. I stopped those feelings at the beginning of high school this year. My feelings towards him are gone and I've given up on him. I don't even think he ever liked me back anyway. He may have acted like he did, but I'm almost 100% sure he didn't at all.

"Oh, um... Okay..." I said to Mr. Canal trying to hold back my tears. I felt so scared that I could've just died. "I'll go right over..."

As I got up to get my backpack and belongings to leave the classroom, every single person was looking at me. All eyes turned on me. I've always said I wanted to be noticed. But I never meant like this. Every single person in my class are the kind of people that are stuck-up snobs. They could probably start rumors about me, and that's what I'm afraid of right now.

Ugh... I seriously hate today. I wish I was smart so I could go to the award. I thought to myself. Nothing can make this better.

The only good thing about being in Mrs. C's classroom is that I got peace and quiet. Blocking out other people in the room really helped me concentrate on my homework and school work. Mrs. C. was a careless teacher, too. She pretty much let my science class do whatever the heck they wanted to. But that's also probably the reason why people fail her class. Oh well, not my problem.

I walked in the room full of students. They all were like me: bad with grades. No one I knew, of course. I sighed. "Great... Best Friday ever..." I sarcastically mumbled to myself.

I decided to take a seat on the right side of the room, since no one was there. My seat for my science class was there anyway, so I might as well. I'm the kind of person that doesn't really like talking to people. Especially to anyone I don't know. Like, I'll talk to people around me sometimes, but then it kinda turns awkward so I just stop. After taking my seat in my chair, I took out my Vocabulary homework that I have for English since there was nothing else I could possibly do.

"Oh wow, I have to stay here?" said a loud voice. I knew that voice anywhere. It's insanely easy to recognize. I quickly looked up from my homework. I glanced over to where I heard the voice. Knowing that my hearing was correct, it was my best friend, Grace Setter.

Grace looks around the room, probably checking who she'll have to deal with. She finally noticed me on the end. "Crystal!" said Grace, smiling real big and waving to me. She then starts walking towards me.

I waved and smiled back. I put my pencil down and got up from the desk. I greeted Grace with a quick hug. "Oh my gosh! I can't believe we ended up in the same room together. I thought I would be alone in here."

"I know! But don't worry, I'm here with you! So wait... Why are you here? Bad grades, too?"

I suddenly froze. My smile and happiness slowly faded away. I didn't want her to think I'm stupid. I had to come up with something so she wouldn't find out.

"Oh, uh... No," I started. "I-I didn't want to go to the award. I thought it was stupid to go."

Grace replied, "Oh, that's cool I guess. I thought you had bad grades like me. Well, good that you were being honest about it!"

Good that you were being honest about it! I couldn't stop thinking about that. I feel like she'll hate me for lying to her like that. What kind of friend am I to have to lie about something like this? Did I deserve any right to have any friends? Did I deserve to be their friend who lies and hides secrets about myself? There's only one definite answer to that: I'm a terrible best friend.

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