Maryanns P.O.V
I failed my math tests, again. A big ol fat F written in red pen is on my paper. A fucking 58 percent. Seriously Mr.Robinson you couldn't have given me those two extra points? Of course not, you live to make my life a living hell. Now I have to make an appointment to retake it because if we don’t pass every test, we don’t pass his class. Which means I have to stay up a whole night to study for this test while we learn something completely new. I hate calculus.
The final bell of the day rings and I get up to make this stupid appointment. Hopefully I won’t get a lecture, because I have practice and I don’t want to be late. I’ve been nervous all day. Anxious is more like it. I’m excited for being back on the squad and possibly being captain again. Today should be a good day.
“Hello Mr. Robinson” I say when everyone has left.
“Maryann, what a surprise.” He says looking up from his pile of papers. Probably looking at who he’s failing this week.
I give him a fake smile, “I was wondering if i could re-take this last test.”
“Well of course you can,” he opens his left drawer to take out his appointment notebook.
“How about Thursday after school,” he looks up at me, waiting for my answer. After school are no good. I have practice right after school on thursdays. Crazy how I haven’t forgotten that.
“How about another day,” I ask hopefully.
“How about no,” he closes his notebook and puts it away. He continues his grading, completely ignoring me.
What a jerk.
“Mr. Robinson...” I laugh awkwardly.
“Look, Maryann.” He puts down his pen and adjusts his glasses to look up at me, “I’m not playing games with you. Either you care about your grade or you don’t. Don’t come here wasting my time, when your not serious about school.”
“I know it may seem like I don’t care about my grades, but I do. I just ask if you can give me another day, not a kidney.” I laugh, but he finds no humor in my joke.
“Don’t get smart with me young lady.” His voice is serious and his eyebrow crease making him look super scary.
Oh man, I’m so stupid.
“How about I come on Thursday during my lunch period.”
He sighs and takes out his agenda, “If you come one second late, you’re staying after school.”
Oh, thank god.
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