Thursday morning, Mr. Barnes had to reschedule the makeup exam until lunch period. So, I waited outside his classroom, bounced on my toes, and prayed that I hadn’t forgotten all the information that I’d memorized these past few days.
I could not fail this test.
If I had to, I’d sleep with the damn f*****g principal to get him to change my grade.
Okay, I definitely wouldn’t do that, but I was getting desperate.
When the lunch bell rang, students flooded out of the classroom.
I waited until everyone came out before I peeked my head in and gave Mr. Barnes a small smile. “Please say that you’re still available for the retake.”
Mr. Barnes stood up from his desk with an exam in his hand, placing it on the desk in front of him and knocking on the wood. “All ready. Apologies that I had to re
