An F in Math

By , Sudbury, MA
Will I get a good grade?
Maybe a merciful math god
Will smile upon me
And give me an A
Or maybe not.

Teacher calls my name
And hands me the test

One glance

Face reddens
White paper crinkles
Under my sweaty palms

Tears form
Brimming on the edge
But never falling
My poker face is on
They can't see
The sadness
Disappointment
Fear

The hideous paper is stuffed into
The back pocket of my math binder
Where it will stay
Until it shamefully reappears
In front of my parents disapproving eyes.





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