I was seated at lunch, internally crying about my Algebra 2 class. I would say that I’m a smart person but when it comes to math, I fail. And I fail so hard. I manage to maintain a C- in that class but I just can’t grasp the concepts. The teacher said that I might need tutoring, but I really don’t want that. I'd probably get a senior who just does it for the community service hours, not because they actually want to help. I stuffed my folder back into my bag before putting my lunch tray down at my table, preparing to eat and then read.
I managed to get through one bite of my pasta when Marissa plopped herself down on the seat across from me, letting a perky greeting pierce the air. I nearly choked on the pasta. She was so quick. Once I wiped my mouth, I smiled. “Hello.”
“So, someone told
