Drowning ✔

8

Riley and Lola walk arm in arm into the dreadful math room. While they've been walking, she kept her head down. The nausea and fear was overwhelming.

Grades give Lola way too much anxiety. The numbers and signs are so unnecessary. Images of scarlet red ink bleeding through the pure white paper, that students so desperately try hard on, scar them mentally. They think they aren't good enough, just like she does.

They walk into the pale aqua coloured room. Several posters and chart papers are hanging on the wall. They say words like "You will succeed" and "Work hard" all printed in he teachers neat handwriting. She scoffed, the room was flooded to the brim with them as the flowed through the room.

As the students pile in, Riley and Lola simply talk to each other in hushed voices. He gives her a lopsided smile, "It'll be okay, sis. Don't stress. Hey, want to hear a joke?"

She blows her hair away from her face, "Let's hear it."

He smirks, "Your life."

A loud smack followed with a small "Owie" echoes through the room.

Mrs. Roberts walks in with her tall figure displaying poise. She gently places down her papers, looking at them from emotionless brown eyes.

"Time for the test results."