Review My Work

I’d get to school and proudly hand my work to my teacher. “Review my work please,” I’d say. She’d always give me a C and tell me “you can do better.” I skipped the bus today and followed my teacher home. I told my parents I was at a sleep over and had my friend cover for me. I snuck into her room and took pictures of us next to each other. I showed her the pictures the next day. “Please don’t show anyone those, I’ll give you an A+ and $100” she said. “You can do better,” I replied.