Random Writing

Attempt three for language arts

"Lindsey, please stay after class. Don't worry, you're not in trouble," Mrs. Wane said right before she dismissed the class.

Yeah right, whenever a teacher says you're not in trouble it's just because they don't want to embarrass you.

"You are currently failing math," she informed me, her black hair pulled into a bun that made her look quite intimidating. "I don't know if it's because you aren't trying or if you don't care or you just don't get it, but the exams are next week, so if you need tutoring don't be afraid to ask."

I reclined in my chair, running my fingers through my thick hair and closing my eyes momentarily, trying to compose myself. Click, click, click. I was snapping my fingers, a nervous habit. The reason I wasn't doing well in math is simply because I didn't care, but I had a tremendous fear of my parents being disappointed in me, so I knew I was going to have to boost my grades.

"Yeah," I said. I had been so stressed out lately between school, track, clarinet, and babysitting that I hadn't even had time to think about how I had a D- in Algebra 2. I was a freshman, but in a lot of advanced classes and it was becoming overwhelming.

When I got to lunch, Alica was waiting for me.

"What did Mrs. Wane want?"

"She was just helping me with one of the concepts from last week," I lied, not wanting to tell the truth.

That night  I went straight to my room to do my homework, still freaking out because I couldn't fail, but I kept getting distracted and finding excuses not to do it. At eight, I finally convinced myself to do it, but I got stuck on a couple problems.

When I got to school the next day, I went in to Mrs. Wane's class early.

"Hey, I was wondering if you could help me with problem two on yesterday's homework?"

"Of course! I'm proud of you to coming to me for help, I can tell it doesn't come naturally to you to ask for help," she said, then helped me figure out the problem I had been stuck on.

The rest of my week continued in a similar fashion; Friday was the final exam, though, so I studied extra hard on Thursday night.

Friday morning, I went straight to the algebra classroom. I was late, so Mrs. Wane was already passing out tests. I blushed when everyone turned to look at me, found an empty seat, and sat down. Mrs. Wane gave me my test, and I flipped through it, expecting it to be difficult, but it was actually really easy.

The next day when I entered the math classroom, Mrs. Wane was standing at the door, passing back tests. She smiled at me as she gave it back, and I dared to look at the grade on top. An A! That would raise my grade enough to pass!

sorry this is so short it had to be less than 500 words