Apparently, I'm not going to pass History of Magic.

Which means I can't graduate.

I don't feel like writing an essay. I went to the library, I pulled down some books, stared at them for a bit. Put them back. Left.

He was a good student. He did his homework, aced his tests, knew all the advanced spells. Respectful, kind, friendly. He was the model son.

Now here am I, all alone. An only child since my ninth birthday.

I don't get all "O's." I study if I feel like it and I go to bed as soon as I'm tired. When I see Abi and Mama, I greet them. Then I go to my room. I go out with boys. I don't always finish my dinner. My friends aren't all purebloods. I quit Arabic School when I was ten and they wouldn't let me back in, though my parents begged.

What will happen to me? School doesn't matter. Being a good girl doesn't matter. The perfect child is not the one who lives.