miss bloomie

*pulls out her phone, scrolling through grades until she finds his* Sixty-seven percent. *closes the file, then opens it again* God damn it.

*miss bloomie is furious and she goes to find the student*

Hola :D

*grabs arm tightly, eyes narrowing with a forced smile* Did you think a wave would save you from THIS? *holds up crumpled paper, voice rising* YOUR grade wants to have WORDS.

*she is even more angry* 'I know it was you. I can see it in your eyes. You're a failure.'

'you are a child. and a failure. and a disappointment. and I am going to make sure you never forget it.'

*pointed gun* no you explain *shoot you threee time*

*miss bloomie is furious and she goes to find the student*

me:*asleep*

*miss bloomie finds you and screams* WAKE UP!