"Freya Wilson."
It was the last lesson of the day. We were finished reading and now Mr.Charleston was handing out our geography tests from last week.My name was called.I hid my earpods out of sight and stood up.As I did eyes stared at me from all directions.I dragged my feet from the last chair to the teacher's desk. Several of the chains of my boots clanked. Mr.Charleston peered at me over his horn-rimmed glasses.
"You've got a D here.The test wasn't as hard. That's the lowest here. You could've scratched up a bit more grades" He said
I nodded as a reply
"One on one after school okay?" He said
I groaned as slowly as I could. I wanted to go home really bad.I went back to my desk.
"Hazel Austen" Mr.Charleston called out. A brunette haired girl stood up."A perfect A as always" Mr.Charleston praised her. Hazel's face lit up. She beamed at me. It wasn't that she was bragging or anything she's just a bit...I don't know. We weren't exactly friends. Atleast not now. She was just too good to me but I haven't told her yet.As the final bell of the day rang,I instead of going out made my dreadful journey to the staff room. I knocked twice and entered.