Oh dear lord, this can’t be happening. How will I live? My world is crumbling. There is nothing left of me. I may as well kill myself and save my parents the trouble.How will I bring such terrible news? This is shocking; a nightmare; the worst yet. Just wait till they see, oh my lord. They’ll go ballistic and my life will come to an end.
If there’s one thing I can’t stand, it’s that disappointed look I get from my father, and this I will certainly get when I relay my day this afternoon. He will ask the usual question; “How was your day?” and I will not be able to lie. “Terrible”, I will answer, and his eyes will widen in fear. If there’s anything that gets his knickers in a knot, it’s my discomfort. Ultimate overprotection is the way he rolls.
I will pull out my test paper; oh the shame. I will point to the red pen mark in the corner and cover my face. The humiliation will be too much for me and I will be sure to faint. Maybe he will call an ambulance and they will have to resuscitate me and bring me back to life. By then my mum will have had time to read the paper and I will be as good as dead anyway. She’ll wring my neck and they will have a funeral service during which they will display my test paper and the guests will leave in disgust. Yes, this paper is going to ruin my life.
I stare down at the big red B minus written on my page and sigh. My shoulders shrink down and soon I am barely seen beneath my desk. No, no, no. I lightly hit my head against the desk. Why? What did I do to deserve this catastrophe? I personally believe whole-heartedly in karma and I can’t think of a single thing I might have done wrong to cause this devastation. My life is going down the drain.
I know that this is unacceptable. This B minus is going to change my life forever. Instead of being a wealthy doctor and mum like I had planned, I’ll end up being a garbage collector with no one who loves me and no children to show for it. As I rest my head against my desk I make a silent oath to myself. I will turn my life around; I will not become what is destined. I will become the girl who distanced herself from reality and made her dreams come true. Her small, insignificant dreams.
That is, if I survive the night.