Half-Time report cards came out. Or that's what we call them at least. We have until Friday to view them before we have to return them to the admin. offices to be sent to our parents. My mom would be seeing mine soon anyway, since she works in the admin. office. Let me tell you the story about it, along with the other's:
It was last period. Math for us and all the other girls in 7th grade, since the guys are in athletics. We were just goofing off, while the sub did the same thing, but on the computer. I should say that too for Strawn and her posse, because they had their phones out texting like mad, and for what I could see, facebook, youtube, twitter, and other top sites.
"Class" the sub called, getting our attention. "Progress-report cards!" she said in a shrill, singing voice.
As she passes the important-looking envelopes around with our names on it, we took them out, looking at our cards, hoping we wouldn't have to go to tutoring for the next few weeks until the next report card.
"Oh. My. Gosh." I whispered, amazed at my report card. "This is insanely different!"
"What?" Avery asked, reaching for the paper, setting her's aside, and as it settled on the desk, I saw that she got... History- A+, English- A+, Athletics- A-, Science- B-, I can see that, she can stand disecting things. Math- A+, and Design- A+. Not a surprise.
"Oh my gosh!" Avery exclaimed. "Look! This is amazing!" Showing the others, I sat looking at the girls, feeling happy for myself. I got History- B-, English- C+, Athletics- A+, Science- A-, Math- B, and Music- A+. If you don't know me, that's over the top for me.
Lanie showed me hers, and of course it's her regular strait A's. As Avery looked at Penny's I caught a glimpse of Pen's. History, B-. Ouch. That's the easiest non-talent class. English- C. Average Pen. Athletics- A+, Science- A-, one of her best subjects, Math- C-. Another sign of average Pen. And of course, A+ ing Jr. Coaches.
We all have averages, except this was a change for me. I usually get 1 or 2 grades below that. This was a shocker. My mom will be happy with this for sure.
Later, I met up with the guys to discuss the songs we're playing at the dance.
"So, Ms. Jay, how do you suffer?" Killjoy asked in his British accent.
"Well... not to death, but maybe up to the dance level..." I replied, seeing the amazement of my friends faces appear.
"Well, let me see it to get this strait," Shawn said, reaching for my report card as I took the paper out of my bag.
"No way..." Mote said, looking in amazement at the half-time card.
"Yep! And I get to go to the dance, and I get to go to the post- and pre- exams dance!" I said, getting my guitar out, ready to get started before we would need to have to go to dinner.
"Well, okay then..." all 3 of the guys said at once, getting their songs and instruments out.
Yeah, that's the story.
Peace, Jayla
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