Graded A+

At the School of Orphanage and Lost, one bad grade could cost your life.

A+ (Good Job Daphyne!)
A+ (Wonderful!)
A+/Again (Keep up the good work!)

I've never gotten a single question wrong. Every test, every essay, every assignment - all A+'s. Every mark matters. Every mistake could be the last one I ever make. Around here, perfection isn't a choice. It's survival.

A week ago, my best friend Mimi wasn't so lucky. She had soft blonde hair that curled just above her shoulders and eyes the color of crystal-blue water. She laughed easily, even when things were bad. But laughter doesn't protect you here - grades do. She got three strikes last term. Three small mistakes. And now... she's gone. No goodbye. No explanation. Just gone.

We all know what that means. We just don't say it out loud. The teachers smile too much for people who hide so many secrets.
Ms. Calvin, our Art teacher, paints with colors that always seem to stain too deep - her smile stretched tight like she knows something we don't.
Mr. Delmer, who teaches Math, stands silently in the back of the room, watching, listening, always writing notes in that little black book.
Ms. Brooklyn, the English teacher, whispers warnings disguised as compliments, her words sharp enough to draw blood.
And then there's Mr. Hagen - the Science teacher I despise. His eyes are cold and calculating, like he's already decided who's next. Sometimes, I catch him staring right at me.

I used to believe that if I stayed perfect, if I kept my record spotless, I'd be safe. That was before the first note showed up in my locker - scrawled in shaky handwriting I'd recognize anywhere.
Signed: Mimi.

Now I can't sleep. I can't focus. Every shadow looks like a warning.
Because if Mimi's really gone... who's leaving me these messages?

And if she isn't - then maybe I'm next.

Perfection can save you... until it doesn't.

(i drew the person but not the stuff :pp it took so long cus my pc is not touchscreen :<)
(ref/inspiration- FPE)