A nobody's diary

"I am Kelly Jacinto, an ordinary second-year college student." All I ever wanted was to become a successful lawyer. Someone who will be looked up in the future because I am listed as one of the best and most recommend lawyer in the country. Yes, I was too ambitious. Still, it was not a crime. So why not? When I was young, the last promise I made to my mom was to become the best and most popular lawyer. I promised her to do everything to make her proud. I know it was impossible since I am just a normal student who receives a decent grade. When I say decent, it means that I did not fail any of my subjects. Hahaha. I tried to study hard, but like most students, I also have limits. I get tired. This attitude of mine clearly explains my grades. So, I tried to look for other things that I can use as an advantage to excel in the class. I tried making portrait to impress my professors, but it didn't work. I also joined organizations to improve my skills, but it was not given any credits. So, I tried to focus on my academics. Suddenly, one of my professors, named Mr. Zamora, called me to his office. He told me to retake his exam or else I would not pass his subject. Of course, I won't let it happen. My future depends on every subject. As Mr. Zamora called me, I walked straight to his office and took the exam. I was very nervous since I do not expect to fail his subject. I admit I was a little lazy to study, but I give my best to analyze each question during the examination. How come I got a fail score? After a while, Mr. Zamora gave me the results. I was so shocked. I failed again. Why? I beg him to give me another chance to pass his subject but he refused. I told him that I must not fail his subject or else my future will be ruined. I also told him that I am willing to do anything in exchange for another chance. I badly needed to pass his subject. But, he told me that I am overreacting and I should have given my best while taking it. I did nothing but to leave. Every step out of his office feels like the end of the world. My plan was ruined. My budget for my tuition was allocated already. Where can I get money to retake the whole subject? A few minutes later, Mr. Zamora called me again. I entered his office with a depressed face. "You look disappointed Ms. Jacinto", he teased me. How come I would not have this face when one of your professors just failed you. "Do you really want to pass my subject?", he asked with a smirk. Of course, yes! My face turned from despair to full of hope. Then he starred on my chest like he was telling me to show what's inside of it. I knew I was about to do something disgusting. But it was the only way to save my grades. And, it was my body.