Date: 11/12/2023
By Alex_7298
At the old park by the school, I’m sitting in a brass chair in the shades of the tree by the soccer gate with someone else, a school mate. Then many other school friends appear, from different schools, my classes and my brother’s too. Professors are distributing envelopes containing our grades to the final test. Since my brother’s not there initially, I take his envelope. I later give it to him when he shows up. He tested magnificently, like always. Got a 850 alone in the first part of the test. It seems very high. I open mine and am happy too. Although on the second or third page I realize I replied in Italian to a couple questions meant to be answered in French! My mind must have been elsewhere. With my brother next to me, I decide to call my mother to let her know about my grades… but I only want to call her if she’s alone and she knows it. I face time her readily and as soon as * appears next to her, with a bunch of friends of theirs as well, I hang up. Anger flows in my veins!