7. Solid B
I’m failing biology. Coach says I’m off the team until I get my grades up. At first, I think he’s bluffing. When s**t starts to get real is when I’m asked to sit out regionals.
The semi finals is coming up. I’d flunked yesterday’s test pretty badly, even though I’d done my best to study. Now, there’s a likely chance I won’t be playing in the semi-finals next week. And it’s all professor Steve’s fault.
The grumpy worm most likely made the test impossibly hard on purpose.
“Marcus… do come in.” Steve adjusts his tie and puts his reading glasses away. “I’m guessing this is about your paper?”
“Good day professor,” I acknowledge him with a nod. “Yeah you’re right. This is about the test. I can’t play the lacrosse game if I don’t get my grades up.”
“Well, you should have studied
