❁Chapter XII: Should I Call You Batman?❁
I scream angrily at my computer screen at my grades.
I have an 93.1 % in my AP Comparative Literature class as an over all grade. Everything else is 100s.
Marcus then ran in my bedroom with a baseball bat.
"What's wrong Carly?" He asked looking at me confused.
"My grade Marcus!!! I can't believe I failed. I'm such a horrible valedictorian. I don't even deserve to be one. Just let number two get it. He plays baseball after all." I said while putting my head down in defeat.
"You're overreacting. It's just one low A. So what? I'm sure that you'll still be a great valedictorian." He sighed whilst smirking at me.
"Urgh that still won't help Marcus." I frowned while looking at my online report card.
"Seriously Carls you're honestly a really smart
