a s h a m e d
a s h a m e d grade stories

lyricqueeen ∘ always there you just didn't see me ∘
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my horrifying attempt at the prompt... help me

a s h a m e d

a s h a m e d by simplyunsimple

My mind is blurry, my head is spinning, and my throat is tight.

What will they say, what will they think?

I'll be shamed.

I hear my mom on the phone. "She hasn't eaten for a week." She casts a glance toward me meekly.

"No, I haven't," I mutter under my breath, but those words aren't what must be said.

What must be said is "I'm sorry, Mom, for disappointing you for this long."

But I can't do it. I must bury it deep inside. What did the Egyptians hide?

Nevertheless, my mind is blank. I can't figure out what's happening. The page is blurred and it's hard to see. Why am I so bad at history?

I cry out for my mom and wail and yell. She quickly hangs up and grabs me, forcing me to tell.

"I'm sorry, Mom," I sob through my tears. "I can't do it, like I couldn't all these years."

She held me firm and looked me in the eyes. "I know my girl. She always comes up with a surprise.

So you can do it. I believe in you. Just try to remember. It's the least you can do."

I nod at her quietly and watch her go.

She believes in me, I repeat in my head, sitting down at the table. I finally said what had to be said.

I carry the work up to my bed and put in my earplugs. I try to focus. She's here.

I nod softly and begin to work, my pencil scratching as I realize I'm different. But nothing's wrong with a simple quirk.

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