Samantha bit her bottom cracked lip anxiously while tapping her pencil on her cool desk every now and then. All she is worrying about is the clock that will be dismissing her from her failing biology class.
Thought that she would be passing since day one of first sophomore semester. Samantha set her pencil down only to crack her white knuckles.
She is exhausted. Just want to sleep. By now she is peeling the unhealthy skin of her lips off. Chewing, ripping it apart, until it was swollen and bleeding from the inside.

And finally class has ended leaving Samantha to be the last one to get out from packing. Which makes things awkward since her teacher hates the fact that Samantha would be day dreaming through his class. He wouldn't be so annoyed and irratated if Samantha actually gave a damn. Of what he thinks.
Samntha on the other hand would be embarrassed and anxious to the heart if she turn in old late assignments. The stress is getting to her. Or it may be her depression. Who knows? Maybe next time it would be better. Maybe to try and put in effort to get a friend.

And now, the 15 year old has left the class room leaving her teacher both pissed off and dissapointed in her. No doubt he would be calling home when the weekend comes by for her and her parents.