The exam she had dreaded came to pass and the reward she reaped for all her studying was a failing grade. Her streak of failed statistics exams was steadily growing, and her class grade was struggling to continue being an average score. Maths had never been easy for her to comprehend.
She looked down once more at the stapled document in her hands and flinched when she saw the score written out in red ink.
A 35% wasn't... that bad, right? It meant she missed most of the problems, yeah, but it wasn't a totally hopeless situation. Right...?
Right, she told herself. If she let herself get depressed over the exam, she'd never pass. And, if she wanted to avoid taking more maths courses, she needed to finish this one with a good grade. Scoring anything above a C, or a 70%, would be enough to keep her great uncle satiated, too.
Deciding to not let herself wallow in self-pity over another one failed exam, her train of thought quickly moved on to what she'd have for dinner and, more importantly, dessert.
Something from the convenience store for dinner, maybe strawberry shortcake for dessert?
As quickly as her mind had wandered off, she suddenly collided with a body. Hard enough to stumble back and fall on her bum, and for her to lose her grip on her damning exam.
She softly hissed and rubbed her nose, eyelids opening and dual-coloured irises locking onto the other. Her eyes went wide as she gasped and quickly got to her feet.
"Oh, gods, I-I'm so sorry! I wasn't paying attention where I was going! Are you alright?"