Even though her style is common in clothes and her appearance, you can quickly notice her because of her comma -like eyebrows, rounded front and curved ends, it hasn’t even been blended yet.
I can’t believe it’s already been a few weeks since I took those exams. I’ve been on pins and needles ever since, anxiously awaiting the results. But today is finally the day. Today is the day when I find out if I passed or failed.
I woke up with a smile on my face, feeling hopeful and optimistic. I studied hard for those exams, and I know that I did my best. I stayed up late, burned the midnight oil, and crammed as much information into my brain as possible. I worked hard, and I know it will pay off.
As I walk to school, my heart is racing with anticipation. I can’t wait to see my scores and know for sure whether or not I passed. I’m nervous, but I’m also excited. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so long.
Finally, I arrive at school and make my way to the classroom where the results are being posted. My palms are sweaty, and my heart is pounding in my chest. I close my eyes and take a deep breath before opening them and seeing the scores.
And then, relief washes over me as I see my score. I passed! I passed my exams! I can’t believe it. I feel like jumping for joy and shouting from the rooftops. All my hard work and dedication paid off, and I couldn’t be happier.
I can’t wait to call my family and friends and share the good news with them. They’ve been supporting me and cheering me on throughout this whole process, and I know they’ll be just as thrilled as I am. I’m so grateful to have such an amazing support system.
As I walk away from the classroom with a spring in my step, I can’t help but feel proud of myself. I did it. I passed my exams. And now, the possibilities are endless. I can move on to bigger and better things, knowing that I have what it takes to succeed. Today is a good day, and I’m grateful for every moment of it.
“Good afternoon, Ms. Dimaawa.” Greetings from our Teacher to the arriving coordinator of our strand.
He ignored her and instead turned to look at the whole class as if someone was looking for him and when we looked at him correctly, he spoke.
“Ms. Carosca, we need you in the Guidance Office,” she said in front of my classmates.
“Ohhhh!” My classmate is still a jerk.
I rolled my eyes at them before standing.
“Follow me,” she said.
When I entered, Mrs. Satan immediately greeted me.
Why is this one here ?!
“Good afternoon, Ms. Carosca.”
I smiled at Mrs. Tanggol. Compared to the teachers here, she seems to be the most angel among them, obviously maybe, only a name can fight for it.
She’s not beautiful but she’s kind, she doesn’t want to make someone feel better if she’s more beautiful than.
I stared at the direction of Mrs. Satan.
I could do nothing but avert my eyes or she might burn me.
“Somehow, we’re happy that you’ve perfected and you’re back to being diligent again. We’re just wondering why a student like you is so eager to review the past lessons, the test was only yesterday,” said Mrs. Tanggol.
“I’m warning you Ms. Carosca. Did you cheat?”
“Did you? You can’t graduate because of that,” Ms. Dimaawa said.
Before I could defend myself, Ms. Satan speaks.
“I’m sure he cheated. It’s impossible for that boy to suddenly become smart.” My teacher said that she was very angry with me.
“Ms. Satan doesn’t believe you got high without cheating.” Guidance Counselor Mrs. Tanggol.
“That girl is smart, she just rebelled …” replied one of my teachers.
“I know,” Mrs. Tanggol agreed.
“Tsk.” Mrs. Satan disagreed.
As if you’re beautiful. She’s just an old lady so she’s really disgusted with me! I have a lot of boys! He did not.
“So as expected Ms. Carosca, you need to take the exams again this coming Thursday, your other subjects are also included so you have to review carefully, it’s Tuesday now, you have two more days.” Smiling, said Mrs. Tanggol.
“Only one.” I said again.
Just one day because one is half a day.
“None.” I fake a smile.
“This is where you will be based if you graduate, so you’re good. You will take the exam with the other failures,” she said.
“Can I come out now?” I asked politely.
“And one more thing Ms. Carosca, I want you to be responsible. I don’t want Mr. Alberson to see you again in the back of the school, who knows what you two are into. Remember you’re graduating,” Ms. Dimaawa said.
I face palm and faked a smile. After the release, the black in my eyes almost disappeared.
I can’t believe it!
I’m still hooked!
What her surname is, the same as her habit!
Ruthless!
I can’t believe my teacher thinks I didn’t pass that exam. I studied for weeks, stayed up late, and sacrificed my social life just to make sure I would do well. And now, after all that hard work, my teacher doesn’t even believe me. It’s infuriating.
But I can’t let my anger show. I have to stay calm and collected, even though I want to scream and shout. I have to keep my cool, even though my blood is boiling with rage. I can’t give my teacher the satisfaction of seeing me lose my temper.
So I just sit there in class, seething silently. I try to focus on the lesson, but my mind keeps drifting back to that exam. I know I passed it. I know I did. But my teacher’s doubt is eating away at me.
I feel like I’m not being heard or seen. It’s like my hard work and dedication don’t matter to them. It’s like they don’t trust me or respect me enough to believe that I passed. And that hurts. It really, really hurts.
I want to confront my teacher, to tell them how wrong they are and how much their doubt is hurting me. But I know that won’t do any good. It’ll just make things worse. So instead, I bottle up my anger and frustration, letting it simmer beneath the surface.
Maybe one day, I’ll find a way to prove my teacher wrong. Maybe I’ll ace another exam or get a perfect score on a test. Maybe then they’ll see that I’m not just some slacker trying to skate by. Maybe then they’ll see me for who I truly am: a hardworking, dedicated student who deserves respect and recognition.
Until then, I’ll just have to keep my anger in check and soldier on. It’s not fair, and it’s not easy, but it’s the only way I know how to deal with this kind of situation. And who knows, maybe one day, I’ll be able to let go of this anger and move on. But for now, it’s all I can do to keep from exploding.
You’re going to graduate without giving up!
“What?!” I shouted when someone hit my arm.
“Your glass is already thick and you’re still blind! Fu*k!” I said to the woman who looked like a member of the nerd who lacked fashion sense.
I couldn’t wait to say anything and accelerated my walk.
I need to see that nerd again to teach! I wasted my time just for this!
I stopped for a moment and looked around.
Where is that nerd now?
“Here you are,” I said when I saw Magnus in the cafeteria.
“Let’s go!” I dragged him.
“W-wait what?”
“Don’t ask that ---” I continued to pull him.
My eyebrow raised when someone interrupts. “I’m still talking to him. If you want to talk to him, wait.”
Her thick round glasses seem familiar …
She was the woman who bumped into me earlier. You see, I’m right in saying that this is a member of Magnus.
The nerds.
“Why do I need to wait? Obviously you’re talking about nothing. My problem is more important than yours.”
“Not because you are beautiful and you’re known here on campus so you can despise us ---”
He cut her off when he tapped her.
I glared at Magnus.
“I-we’ll talk later Aira.”
Her shoulders slouch.
“W-let’s go …” I let Magnus walk first.
I smirked at her, she avoided my eyes and stared at the ground.
I scanned her fully.
Imagine who this woman is.
I was shaken to turn away.
I left her with a smile on my face.
Why does it feel like I won something?
Heck with that woman!
I took Magnus to the gym, the players don’t have practice so we can talk properly here.
I sat down on the bleachers.
“W-what would you say?”
My gaze remained on him. He looks decent even if he’s a nerd.
“How was the exam—” I cut him off.
“They want me to retake the exams.”
“Why? Are your scores low?” He wondered the question.
“No. In fact it’s the opposite. My scores are high so I’ll have to retake it. It’s amazing.” I hate the promise.
It adjusted his mirror, as thick as that of
That fugly woman, just square in shape.
“Are your eyes really blurred? Or is it just a shape?”
“It has a grade,” he said.
“I don’t like glasses. It’s a barrier every time I kiss.”
“But it’s up to you. At least, you really need you. It’s not like when others were just formed when they made you look good.
Tsk.” I smirked.
He chuckled. He’s white and perfect set of teeth gleamed.
Why do I find him cute while chuckling?
Maybe because of its beautiful teeth. His fashion is out of style but his teeth are perfect!
But how did that happen? Shouldn’t a nerd be in braces? Or will he just leave?
My eyes narrowed when he pressed his lips together.
Nevermind.
I looked away then sighed.
He sat beside me. My gaze remained on him.