Our geometry tests came back
the week after Thanksgiving break.
Even as I sat with my friends at lunch
I could still see my grade:
a negative image
like a spot of harsh light
that lingers on the back of your lids
even when you close your eyes,
C.
Worse than the grade
was knowin
I could have done better
If I'd studied,
instead of spending so much time
with Nick
the weekend before the test.
"A C isn't bad, Emily." Nina said consolingly.
Liz rolled her eyes and said, "What is this,
the first C ever
in the history of Emily Wu?"
Unlike me, Liz had a natural talent
for math and science,
so I assumed she'd done well on the test.
I was sure of it when she said,
"Don't feel bad, Emily. It was a difficult proof."
I thought I heard a slightly victorious note
in her voice, but I was too caught up
in anticipating my parents' reaction to my grade
to give it much thought just then.
"Are you okay, Emily?"
Nina was looking at me with concern.
I forced a smile and said, "I'm fine.
I just don't think my parents
will be too happy about my test."
"At least they care enough
to be angry about your grades," Nina said quietly.
I looked at her, surprised.
"Your parents care about you."
"They do." Nina said. "But these days
they're more wrapped up in other things."
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