Imperfectly Perfect

Three

"Sixty."
"Sixty?"
"Sixty."
My mind sound out of control. Sixty. Sixty percent. I don't get fucking sixty percents.
"Can I make it up?" I ask my teacher with pleading eyes.
"I don't let kids retake tests Annabelle. If you truly wanted to do well you would have the first time. Clearly this wasn't important enough for you to take the time the first time to prepare so it is not important for me to fit time into my schedule so you can retake it."
"Please Mr. Day. It was important to me, but I have track practice everyday and I babysitt and have other tests to take and homework to do and this unit was very difficult for me."
"I stick to what I say Annabelle."
"Can I at least do something for extra credit?" I beg. I can feel my cheeks getting hotter and redder. "I can write definitions over and over or do corrections, or anything you can come up with."
"Are you arguing with me young lady?"
"No, no sir." I shake my head but the test of me is already shaking.
"Calm down Annabelle."
"I'm sorry." I go to put a hand in his desk to balance myself, but in my anxious state I knock over his coffee cup and it spills all over his papers. "Oh my God! Oh my God I am so sorry!" I stand the coffee cup upright and the shaking worsens."
"Detention! Detention this afternoon!" His voice full of anger.
"I'm sorry."I scramble to grab some tissues to soak up the mess.
"Out! Get out of my classroom this instant!" He yells as I grabs my bag and hurry out into the hallway.
I loose it when I get an empty stairwell. I kick the wall hard and fight against tears leaking out of my eyes. I've never gotten a grade so low. I've never had a teacher yell at me like that. I've never made a teacher so angry. I kick the wall again and then try to collect myself.