COLE
For the third time, I looked down at my Math paper, staring at the grade as if glaring at it would change it. B-. f**k that teacher. I disrespect him in class, and he cuts off my grade?
I mean, that's not how it works. That's not how it should work. He should know, the late walk-in and talking back isn't personal. I wasn't disrespecting him, I was disrespecting something that belonged to my father, I.E, the school. Well, it didn't belong to my father to be fair, but with the hefty 'donations' that are given to the school from my father every month, I might as well call him the owner.
I sighed, rolling the paper into a paper roll and dumping it in my bag as I reluctantly rang the door bell in front of me. I should have thought this through. Given it a second thought maybe, for it wa
