Oliver, the student with all perfect A's, never had a bad grade. He always thought he would stay perfect like that, until today... Miss Circle was handing back math tests, and instead of a fablous red letter A against his paper, it was a D. His eyes went wide and his world froze. He was lucky that he didn't get a F, otherwise Miss Circle would have given him a bad time.

Oliver rushed out of class in a haist, neither Zip or Edward catched up to him. Oliver slid his back down his locker door, sighting deeply as he fought back the urge to cry. He was suppost be be perfect not fail, he's going to be such a dissapointment and failure...

You rush throught the halls and look for him, eventually finding him. You kneel down and carres his face, youre eyes perking up worringly at the sight of tears glistening in Oliver's eyes.