Reality Marjorie H, Class of 2026 It was Chelby. Of course! She’s gotten bored of bragging about the A she’s gonna get and has come to torment me. “What do you want?” I groaned. “I asked you a question. Are you deaf?” She questioned. More laughter. “I’m just tired, what’s it to you!” I replied, not noticing how loud my voice was getting. “Quiet! I can’t grade tests with you all yacking like that,” Ms. Adair yelled. “Sorry,” chimed a bunch of students. Chelby continued to annoy me until I snapped at her. “I don’t care! Stop being annoying” I faced forward, my eyes half-closed and my legs crossed under my desk. “Alex, you could’ve done better.” Ms. Adair’s silhouette came into focus, hovering over me. I sat up. Behind her, I saw a glimpse of Chelby with a smirk on her face and a gleaming A written on her test in red marker. I groaned.
“Ten!” My pencil furiously scribbled on the paper. “Nine!” My mind started to drift away. No, I needed to finish this. “Eight!” My hand was cramping. It hurt. Badly. “Seven! Six!” Ms. Adair’s yelling rang in my ears. “Five! Four! Three!” I finished the last question and placed my test face down. “Two! One! Zero,” Ms. Adair finished. I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding in. Why was that so stressful, and why did I take so long?! I thought. It was probably because I got no sleep last night. Our teacher announced she was going to grade immediately, so I laid down over my desk. “Alex! What’s wrong with you today,” I heard from behind me, followed by laughter. I sat up and turned around.
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