In home room...
"Miss tree...whyre you late??" My home room teacher, Ms brookes, who is also my math teacher said questioningly.

"My alarm went off late..." so please, i pray for forgiveness, and for you not to yell at me about what being late can do to my grades...

Wait what am i talking about? I'm the teachers pet so...that won't happen.

"Okay...I'll let you off this time...don't let it happen again.." the teacher, ms Brookes warned.

"Yes, ma'am." I said and headed to my seat.

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In ELA I sat down, getting out my composition book and pencil as the board said to do.

I glanced over and saw Tiffany walking through the door looking like a biťch...her box braids in pig tails...dark gray lipstick on, but no eye make up...

She stopped at the desk next to me, she looked over and smiled, saying "hey Ken-" but she stopped herself to study me thoroghly...
She looked at me up and down...confused...as though she didn't know what it who I was...
As though I'm a new breed of mule.

"What the hèll did you do to your hair?!" She finally got out her trance, gagging at me while looking at my hair, petrified...as though I have snakes sticking out of my messy bun.

"Uh...it's up..." I said plainly...just saying it as it is.

"Up? It's not just up. It is tore up from the floor up!"

I rolled my eyes at her comment and went back to writing.

The teacher walked in, he stood up over by the podium, his face had nothing but seriousness as he turned on the projector...staring at us afterward, blankly.

"Class, class?" He said like a parrot, repeating the same word over and over.

Me and most of us paying attention liked up and locked eyes with him, the rest only glanced up for a moment before going back to drawing or texting.

"Class as you know, this school year is coming to an end..." he got interrupted by cheers of delight and happiness, even by the ones that were paying attention...not me though.

The teacher continued once everyone was done chatting and cheering. "Which in this case means you will be taking your finals in just a few weeks."
And then...everyone groaned again and the teacher...should I say his name? Mr. Vargas is his name.

"Ugh I hate finals..." Tiffany muttered...

I glanced at her slightly and she quickly leaned closer to me.

"I heard that for 11th grade ELA finals you have to write a one page essay..."

"Doesn't sound too bad to me.." I shrugged.

"Doesn't sound too bad?! I barely even passed my 8th grade final."

This...is the exact reason why I say how Dumb they are...
I mean the 8th grade final was literally a 50 question quiz based off a novel...

I, of course, passed the 8th grade english language arts final...

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I walked inside my math class.

Calculus.

Okay I thought I'd describe this more thoroghly.
Juniors take pre calculus..
But everyone that is...gifted for math takes this other type of math class that is still a junior class, and learning harder stuff...like some calculus...some stuff seniors are learning...

"Class..." Ms Brookes looked at the entire class...Everyone payed attention as he spoke.

"I will be handing out quizzes to you all..." there was plenty of groans from that word TEST...the teacher ignored them and continued speaking "it'll be the last quiz before your final...So this, just like your final, Could make it break your grade in this class."

Everyone gasped at that last part.
Heck...even I was in shock...
I mean...this is basically a final that if you fail, your fuçked and you better hope that you do good on the second one...
But If you do good on this first one...your grade is in the safe zone for now...so therefore you have to make sure you ace that second one.

Either way you have to do good on the second test.

Sadly I'm getting worried because I haven't been doing my everyday math study routine and It doesn't help that I down do my homework that one time and that I was late to home room today.

She walked down each aisle, passing the tests out.

Once she got to me, she eyed me a bit before putting the test on my desk.

I looked at the test, eyeing each question...

This isn't the time to flunk...
I know this stuff...

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Once i was finished, i got out my seat, immediately putting on a confident face and walked up to Ms Brookes who is currently sitting at her desk, grading test that were turned in before mine.

I gave her the test and she looked up at me, then at the quiz and said "thank you..." and I quickly went back to my seat.

Once all the quizzes were in we were dismissed...

I got my stuff...
Still not as confident as I always an with quizzes, and left as quick as possible.

I better had did well...
I cannot be a Nicole watt...

I shuffled my way to enrichment...
My senior enrichment class with Gray and the guy she's head over heels for...the guy who also happened to ask me out just yesterday...

Time to deal with more shìt...