it was the last period, of your last class….on a friday. you had never been more ready to go home. you were exhausted. mentally and physically. you take a deep breath as your history teacher, mr. barnes, was handing back your essays from earlier this week. you didn’t really care. you always did well on stuff like this. and you felt pretty confident in your paper about the french revolution. so you barely even glance at your paper. until, out of the corner of your eye….you notice it.

a big, fat, “D-“ circled with red in the corner of your paper. you internally start to panic. this had to be a mistake. no way. you never got below a C. this was gonna kill your GPA. and just like that, the bell rings. your eyes widen, and you stand up. but not to leave, like everyone else. you go up to your teachers desk and clear your throat. “…mr barnes…” you mutter to get his attention. he doesn’t even look up from his computer. “…yeah, doll?” you hear his gruff, low voice respond.