BANG! Went the door as I slammed it shut. How could this happen to me?
It was the last day of my first year of high school. Needless to say, it hadn't gone so well. Apart from the Mike and I helping each other just so we could pass thing, I thought everything was going alright. Okay, so the school was going to pick one student out of all 900 in the 11th and 12th grades to receive a scholarship to a summer camp for gifted children, enabling them to graduate from high school no matter which grade they were in, 11th or 12th. So at about 10:30 AM this morning, the whole school was called down to the gym for an end-of-year awards assembly. Two hours later, they gave out the scholarship.
Now, as you may remember, Jessica was pushed up two grades into the 11th grade. I never considered her a candidate. I always thought, "Jessica is one out of 900. There is no way..." Well, strike one for Jessica, because she won that scholarship. Something struck me, as well. Jessica has always been and will always be the better child, the better citizen, the better student! She's going to college this year, and she's only fifteen! Almost sixteen, but so. I guess for once in my life, I was going to do something right, and once again lost it to Jessica.
Everyone at school always looks at me like, "So YOU'RE the girl who got held back two grades. You're the girl who had everything and then lost it." I always want to scream at them, "I DID NOT GET HELD BACK! AND EVEN THOUGH YOU THINK I LOST EVERYTHING, I'M GETTING IT BACK!"
And I'm right, because tonight, I'm going to start my plan of action. This is where my story really begins.