I got home annoyed at how I waited for 1 hour for the bus which never came. I walked home for another hour after being detoured due to road work. This was my day, really. Aunty Jo was standing at the front door waiting for me.
“Hey Jo” I walked up stairs
“Not so fast love” She stood there with papers in her hands
“What are those?” I pointed at them
“I got these in the mail today from your school. These are your semester tests and reports.” She waved them in my face
“How is that even possible? I’ve been at school for two days.”
“Yes, but you did these tests to get into the school.”
“Which means they’re okay marks because I got in didn’t I?” I laughed a bit
“The marks are horrible.” She stopped and pulled out one paper. “Here’s the English paper. Language mark 60%, Compression mark 62%, Response mark 57%. Here’s Science. Safety mark 51% which is obvious because your safety is... Experimental Procedures mark 64%, Graphic Skills mark 60%, Topic mark 65%. I saved the best for last. Trig mark for maths 54%, Algebra mark 49%, and Core maths mark 56%. Caitlin, this has to stop. These marks are disgraceful. You’re failing!” She pointed out in disgust
“What was my writing mark for English?” I asked
“Doesn’t matter”
“Tell me my Writing mark now” I looked down furious
“99%” she whispered
“What’s my Dance report?” I demanded
“A+”
“And my Phys Ed report?”
“A+”
“My Drama?”
“A+”
“And music”
“A+”
“What were my positions in my electives”
“1st in all”
“That’s how I made it”
“It doesn’t matter” Jo came back to life pretty much
“What matters is that your failing. You know you’re not a super genius. Neither was Louis or is Lottie or was Ashley. But they try. And you need to start to try.” She used her soft voice on me
“It’s hard!” I complained. “I like to let my body run free, not my brain”
“Like dancing?” She looked confused
“No like creativity. Writing releases your emotions, dance releases your anger, PE releases your ability, drama releases your hatred and empathy, music releases your soul.” I let out
“Teach your brain to be creative” She kissed my head
“How am I supposed to do that?” I screamed after her as she walked off
“I didn’t have a comeback” She laughed.
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