On second thought, I'll just cut my losses and be glad I didn't fail

I can’t do it.

I stand up, gather my things and say, “Mr. Perkins, I’m sorry, but I really can’t go through with that. I’ll take the D. The letter grade D.” Just in case he wanted to make some smartass remark.

He nods his head, “I understand Miss Gailliard. Enjoy the rest of your day.” He turns back to grading papers.

Enjoy the rest of my day? I should have fucking skipped since I was doomed from the start.

I walk down the hall to the front of the school and turn the corner. The hallway is empty except for Horace who apparently is afraid to wait outside for his ride. I have never heard him speak, so hearing his voice for the first time is a shock.

“Hi Riley, how did you do?”

I tell him my grade. Visions of summer school cloud my vision as I walk on past him and exit the building. Life just sucks.