I sit outside waiting for the moment she walks through the doors. It's the first time in three four years that she has seen those letters. A fake smile plastered upon her face, I stare at my Teacher, whose face is always hard to read. A fake shy smile on my face. I'm slowly dying inside knowing my fate of blood and bruises later after we leave the room...
MY MOM IS FINALLY SEEING MY GRADES.
YOU ARE READING
Bullshit and Rants
Random[!! THIS IS AN OLD STORY THAT IS NO LONGER AN ACCURATE REPRESENTATION OF ME, BUT TAKING IT DOWN WOULD BE LIKE ERASING THE FACT THAT I WAS EVER LIKE THIS. THEREFORE, I WILL NOT CENSOR MY PAST.] Hey friends that like to bitch about things that annoy y...
