"So I checked your reports, and it seems that you are not eligible for Class 11."
The new principal said this after explaining why I was being demoted. She didn't even lift her head, her fingers just tapping against the top of my student file like she was reading a grocery list.
I had only attended Year 10 properly during the first term, but I never attended much of the second term. Well, that was because I was kidnapped by a certain person and admitted to the hospital for months.
As for the third term, I barely attended at all. My score sheet for the previous class was poor because I didn't do the tests or exams, and I didn't have good scores to begin with, so it was impossible for me to be promoted. The report card was just a solid row of red ink and zeros that made my stomach sink every time I pictured it.
