Sometimes, things work out even worse than you'd expected.

Life sucks, doesn't it? I received my examination script and thrust it into my friend's arms. "Look," I said. She flipped the page and her eyes widened, her jaw dropped. Oh, God. This cannot be good. "What?" I asked, snatching it back from her. "No, don't look..." I flipped the page again and stared at the hateful digits stamped onto the page.

For all of you losers who have come here to laugh at my downfall, FUCK OFF. I'm not kidding.

Oh, God. My dad is going to kill me. How did this happen? When did this happen? "My father is going to kill me," I said. "Yeah, I know!" My friend replied. Okay, chill. What the heck am I going to do? "Did you get a B?" I twirled around in my seat to face the girls behind me eagerly waiting for my answer. I stared at them. "Hey, did she get a B?" They turned instead to my friend. She nodded. Bad move.

"What score?" They insisted. She shook her head. "She's not going to tell you because she won't betray me," I snarled. Fine, whatever. Coincidentally, some people just don't know when to stop. The nosy girls behind me eventually find out what I'd scored. Uh-huh. So? What the hell? Who the fuck cares? The president? Please.

What am I going to do?, you think. The answer is: I do not know. Probably work my ass off until the Preliminary Examinations only to fail again? Possibly. Yeah, sure.

When my dad sees it, he is going to scream at me the entire night, he will raise his voice and widen his eyes, he will gesture wildly and throw about words like 'failure', 'PSLE', 'think about it'. Guess what, Dad? I have. Or maybe I won't.

I'm forgeting about it.

fuck.