This is just one of my examples of me venting my personal frustrations through my writing. School and teachers sometimes... I'm not usually one for complaining, but I can see where Clara and Chase can relate to my situation in this regard. They are both very intelligent and very high achievers academically. Plus, there's some fluff. Yay!
Graded
"How is this even possible?!"
I sighed as I closed my locker. "What is it this time?" I asked with exaggerated exasperation.
"Ms. Karsh gave me a B on my test," Clara Dale replied, clearly frustrated. "I don't get it. I wrote down everything she said and studied an hour three nights in a row for this test. But I still missed four problems. And when I looked over it, they were all right. There is no possible way that this is right."
"Let me see it." She handed it to me. "Uh…well this one is wrong because it's actually the opposite of it." I pointed to the first question marked wrong.
"But this is what she told us was true!" Clara insisted.
I ignored the comment. "And this one is wrong because it wasn't the best answer as the question asks."
"That's what she told us was important! Both of them are pretty much on the same level of importance!"
"This one had the question worded wrong, which is weird." My brow furrowed in confusion.
"That one's not my fault." She shook her head, still irritated.
"And this last one…I don't know what you were thinking."
She explained to me a complicated thought process that no one but us would be able to keep up with. After she was done, I nodded slowly. "I can see what you mean. But you're over obsessing about this stuff. I know it's not your fault, and you know it's not your fault. So, you're still as smart as ever."
"But my grade will drop. This could change everything."
"Clara. Clara, listen to me." I waited until she met my eyes. "Just because you got a bad grade doesn't mean your whole life is going to be different. It doesn't mean you're any less intelligent or anything. You're going to get over this. It will be alright."
She took a deep breath. "I know. I just…I don't like it when other people's mistakes affect me. I don't like it when people give me misinformation. And I really don't like it when something bad happens to me for no reason."
That was it. The thing I had been waiting for. I had known there was another reason she was upset, and this was it.
I had to handle this very carefully. I knew what it felt like telling someone your secret, your inner most thoughts and feelings. They weren't yours anymore. They were out there in the open air. You had to grab them before they faded or someone else did. And then you had to take very special care of them if you didn't want to hurt the person.
I opened my arms and wrapped them around her. She gratefully accepted my embrace. "I understand," I whispered.
"I know you do" was all she said.
LovelyInspiration: Glad you agree. And yeah. You'll just have to keep waiting. I wish there were a lot more people like that around me.
Dirtkid123: Well, this is more of an angry filler chapter, but next chapter is a lot sadder. And I feel you, man. I'm the same way.
HawaiianChick12: Maybe... And bathing is pretty essential to life.