Everly
One week later.
The test is laid on my desk, I wait for Professor Joshua to turn around and hand out the tests to the other students and finally face the paper in front of me.
2.
I got a 2.
My shoulders slump as if the weight of the world is on them. How will I go to college? What will I do to graduate?
I rub my face with my hands trying to relieve the frustration I feel inside me. It's more like a volcano about to erupt.
The bell goes off, it seems like God heard my thoughts, because what I want most is to get out of here, get home, and bury my face in the pillow.
"Everly, wait a minute, please?" I stop my almost run to the exit, other students leaving look at me with obvious envy.
To hell with them. To hell with everyone.
I turn to Joshua, he waits for the other students
