Jessica woke up with a big smile on her face. As she walked through the old house she came to the kitchen to find her brother had made French toast sticks. Jessica got mad. "Kevin!! You know I hate French toast! Why would you make that??" She yelled. Kevin rolled his eyes. "Jessica, the rest of the family loves French toast. You always get what you want for breakfast. It's our turn." He told her. Jessica scoffed and stomped out the door.
As she walked to school, the clouds began to gather above her. The drops began to fall, and they fell harder by the second. Soon it was absolutely pouring on her. When she got in the school she was completely soaked. Great, she thought. Now I have to sit here in soggy cold clothes all day.
She got back her test later in the day. As the teacher handed back the paper, she saw a disappointed look in his eyes. Jessica didn't want to look at the paper. Eventually she did and confirmed her suspicion. She had flunked the test. Usually she was a spectacular student, only getting A's and sometimes a B+. She thought that she knew enough and went out with her boyfriend instead of studying. She regretted it deeply.
When she got home she was extremely depressed. She moped around and didn't even come down for dinner. She was so angry at herself. She laid down in bed and slept. Hopefully tomorrow will be better.
