I slowly stared at thee proof of my crime as the guilt was slowly eating me alive. I stared at the piece of paper that would determine the possibility my life and death. I made a glimpse at the paper one last time, Priya Patel 58/100, with a note saying “ Get signed by parent” as I took short breaths as I felt a heavy-load of trepidation, fear.
It was a Thursday afternoon 2:43 pm. At school it felt like The Jonathan Wakeman School had prisoned 23 people in a four walled room filled with posters I couldn’t care less about. With all this tragedy I was sitting there listening to Ms. G, the most boring voice in the entire fifth grade history of teacher tortures me everyday for 10 months. With all these thoughts in my head, hopefully their was some room for what Ms. G was trying say. Finally the …show more content…
“ Are you ready for your test.” My mom asked. Panicking I took my book bag ad left for school leaving my hungry stomach empty so I could avoid her questions. When I got to school, it was time for the test, and I did not study. I knew this would be the cause of my future problems. I guessed the true or false questions the old fashion way for people who don’t study. “ True, True False, True. I handed my test in and started doing the work on the board. “ I will get these tests back to you after Lunch” Ms. G said. After lunch she had place a paper as white as snow on our desk. They were the results to my test. I read “ 58/100 with sadness and fear. I walked home and stomped my feet up the brown wooden stairs to my room. I took out my test and copied my Mom’s signature from my grade sheet onto my test as best as I could. Then I finished my remaining homework and went downstairs to eat. “ What did you get on your test? “ my mom asked. I didn’t want to tell her my grade, “ 85” I said trying to avoid eye contact. I took a nut bar and ran to my room in guilt. I kept thinking one thing. I had
It was a Thursday afternoon 2:43 pm. At school it felt like The Jonathan Wakeman School had prisoned 23 people in a four walled room filled with posters I couldn’t care less about. With all this tragedy I was sitting there listening to Ms. G, the most boring voice in the entire fifth grade history of teacher tortures me everyday for 10 months. With all these thoughts in my head, hopefully their was some room for what Ms. G was trying say. Finally the …show more content…
“ Are you ready for your test.” My mom asked. Panicking I took my book bag ad left for school leaving my hungry stomach empty so I could avoid her questions. When I got to school, it was time for the test, and I did not study. I knew this would be the cause of my future problems. I guessed the true or false questions the old fashion way for people who don’t study. “ True, True False, True. I handed my test in and started doing the work on the board. “ I will get these tests back to you after Lunch” Ms. G said. After lunch she had place a paper as white as snow on our desk. They were the results to my test. I read “ 58/100 with sadness and fear. I walked home and stomped my feet up the brown wooden stairs to my room. I took out my test and copied my Mom’s signature from my grade sheet onto my test as best as I could. Then I finished my remaining homework and went downstairs to eat. “ What did you get on your test? “ my mom asked. I didn’t want to tell her my grade, “ 85” I said trying to avoid eye contact. I took a nut bar and ran to my room in guilt. I kept thinking one thing. I had