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A++This is wrong.
This is so, so wrong, it just can’t be real, I must be having a nightmare, this…
“Dude” a man’s voice to my left called my attention as the face of my only friend peers over my shoulder at the sin in my hands “is that an A? For real? You got an A?” my idiot of a friend comments in disbelief, grabbing my graded physics test out of my shaking hands to take a closer look at the insulting grade.
It’s an A. On my test. A physics test (I already told you how math is my thing).
“There’s gotta be something wrong here, ask the teacher!” he suggests, voice rising because he has known me since first year but never have I ever gotten something below an A+ in a math related subject. I didn’t exactly ace history, although I of course wouldn’t have failed it either, but this is physics we’re talking about, numbers everywhere! And I love those!
So why aren’t there two crosses by the right side of my A?
I’ll tell you why: a freaking eraser shaving. The little thing was over my minus making it look like a plus so I added instead of subtracting and I got a result so far off from what it should have been!
The red pen crossing over the wrong answer makes my poor eyes bleed, like, what am I supposed to do now? I can’t complain to the teacher, it was my, albeit stupid, mistake.
“Hey” once again, that voice next to my right ear pulled me out of my thoughts “Don’t space out like that, Jae, were you contemplating suicide?” he asks humorously, and I feel like nodding just to mess with him, it wouldn’t be that much of a reach, either… okay maybe it would be quite the dramatic exaggeration, yes it upsets me but I wouldn’t kill myself over it. I’m not even mad at the grade itself, I’m just pissed at myself for making such a stupid mistake, if only I had, I don’t know, wriggled the paper around a bit then the shaving would have fallen and I’d have given the right answer.
I’m not obsessed enough to ask to retake the test and neither would the teacher agree, so I’ll just have to live with it and move on.
Easier said than done with friends like mine.
Friedns like Kyuhyun who go aroung showing the prove of your downfall to everybody.
“For real?!” I’m getting quickly annoyed with male voices coming from my right.
“No way, Hyukjae, really?” there’s a female voice to my left, somehow it doesn’t sound any better, most likely because it’s still talking about me and my failure of a test. None of these people really kno
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