F

"Alright class, I have your papers graded." My heart dropped. There was nothing more that i hate then getting a graded paper back. I thought to myself about the quality of my paper and this just made me feel worse. By now my teacher had already been handing out papers. I looked around the room to see what peoples reactions were. Most had smiles on their faces. I started to relax. Ha, my friend got a C, sucker. I did better then him, right? I mean, I have to, im a way better writer. Then my paper lands on my desk. I discretely look at the back. My face gets red, my body begins to twitch. My friend turns to me, "wad you get", he asks. My mouth stutters as i say it. "I got an F."