Possibibly Stories

A- A A A+ Lunch A- A B A* 'Perfect.' Eliza said, checking over her grades again. Eliza stood up from the desk, picking up the paper, and placing it neatly in her school bag. Her black glasses falling off of her nose again. Everything is neat, Eliza's school bag, her grades, her room, her handwriting, and her braided hair in a ponytail. But, her school ain't neat, her house, and her hidden secret.