Oh god. I didn't study for that test at all. I completely forgot that it even existed. And now Ms. Anseye is handing them back.
I slowly turn my paper over. Maybe I did-
A 30!?!
What will my parents say? They always tell me to try my hardest on everything. Usually, they are pretty chill about my grades, but a 30? That's unacceptable. There is no way I am going to be okay by the end of the day.
It's going to be okay. I have time to think about how I am going to do this
"YOU GOT A THIRTY???"
"Shut up, Jasper!"
I don't understand how he is so energetic all the time. I can barely manage to be half as functional for half the time.
"How did you even find out?"
"Ophella told me," responded Jasper
"Ophie!" I said, annoyed at my best friend.
"I'm sorry, it just slipped out," Ophie said, embarrassed at her shortcoming, "You know I can't keep a secret."
It's true; she can't. Ever since elementary school, whenever she tried to get out of trouble, it never worked.
"It's okay, Ophie, I understand," I said, apologetically.
"How did you even get that low of a score?" Jasper inquires.
"I got caught up in my photography competition. The photo is due on Friday," I said, trying to focus on my grades.
"You need to focus on your classes Persephone, how else are you going to show your parents that you can do both?" Jasper stated, emphatically.
"Yeah, Perce, you know that your dad has been against this from the start," Ophella agreed.
"I know."
My dad has this fantasy of me being just like him — a father and daughter hairdressing team.
"Hey guys, I have to go," I said, needing to get something done
"Alright, bye," said Ophella, bidding farewell.
"Okay, goodbyeeeeeee,' said Jasper, doing the same.
"Bye guys," said I, regretting what I was about to do.
I pull out my phone, dialing the number. Oh god, why am I doing this? I press call
"Hey, dad.'
