Dear Diary, today was horrifying. I got my maths test. And I failed again. My mom was already infuriated by my 50% on test 1. But this time, I couldn't even pass. I got the most simple questions wrong like I don't know how to do them. This is disastrous. In my mind, I can just imagine how she will react. She is going to be doing things she never usually does, like screaming or throwing objects across the room. However, I just don't understand. Why is it so hard to think in the test but so easy to think at home? Something just feels different.

The school bell rang. My heart beat faster and faster as it got closer to the end of the school day. I walked out of class into the hallway to chatter about the test. I continued walking, looking for my best friend. When I found her, she was extremely happy. I went up to her and asked, "How much did you get on the test?" My friend started giggling and replied to me, "98%." I was in complete shock. Looking at my performance in the test, I did not expect that someone could score so high. I even saw someone crying from a 70%.
The amount of fear in my heart increased rapidly.

The end of the school day came. There were students buying local snacks after school and some telling their parents about their amazing marks while I am walking down the stairs slowly awaiting the lecture from my mom. And there she was waiting for me. She didn't really ask anything in the car, but things got tense, and I replied. She started throwing words and objects at me when she found out I failed. As I expected, she was ignoring me the next few hours. However, out of the blue, she said "Sorry." My mom is the best.