The day it started was a huge mistake on my part. I hadn't prepared for the huge presentation at all, yet I didn't really care about it at all.The assignment wass about somebody who had made an impact on my family before I was born.

I was able to wait things out and hope for the best. Maybe, just maybe, I'd be able to avoid speaking up today. There were only ten minutes left when I cringed and heard Miss Writhburk say, "Crea, it's your turn, young lady."

I sighed softly, walking up to the front of the classroom, no paper in my hands, just me and whatever I had in my head. I let out another deep sigh then slowly looked around the room. That was it. I had to start.

"Here's the gist of it,? I started. "This little girl was picked up by my now dead uncle. He loved her, or so I was told. He had my mother take care of her while he was away doing whatever. Then he died, and left the little kid with mom. Then the girl died because she wasn't a human. She wasn't important, but people thought she was. I don't care. Just fail me already. I hate this class anyway."

I walked back to my chair and tried to shirt down as low as possible. I knew that my teacher hated me, but I'd just explain things to my parents, and all would be taken care of. Smart girl, Crea. I was feeling wonderful about how the day were going.