It was a look of love

The beginning

I remember the long narrow hallways filled with absent minded teens struggling to get by high school, I remember the empty desk of classmates who instead of learning found themselves high up in the clouds behind the pool building. We all had problems, we all had struggles and pain yet we all wanted someone to notice. We smoke during school so our teachers asked " Daniel,why are your eyes so red?". We ditched class so classmates ask " Kate where were you after 2nd ?". We were reckless so we could be noticed.
I remember 10th grade year, I had recently broken up with my boyfriend of 5 months. It was no big deal, it's was really a mutual thing. There were no tears and no " Fuck you Chris I hate you.". I should of took that as a hint that this year was going to be hell. I mean what teenage girl dates a guy for 5 months and doesn't get upset when they break up. I was no "slut" or "whore", he was my 1st boyfriend and my first kiss yet him leaving my world felt as painless as a Cotten ball thrown at you. It was a sign that I ignored.
A few weeks went by and the 5 week report cards came by. "A A A A A A A F".. I thought I was doing well except that F. My mother on the other hand was livid. She talked to my teacher that night. My biology teacher, she was a little over 50 but looked quite young. My mother trying be calm asked her while looking back at me giving me death stares " Is she not doing her work? Why is she failing ?". I remember the rhythmic tapping my mom did with her finger nails against the table and I remember the consecutive "uhu, I see". I knew why I was Failing, I did one assignment incorrectly and she marked it missing. It was my teachers mistake yet after she explained that to my mother it didn't solve anything. Once the conversation was done I feared for my life. If looks could kill I would've been dead with in a blink. That day I realized that my mother will never be proud of what I've done, she only acts upon the bad.