Chapter10 Mean

Past
Our paper got started, and as soon as I got the question paper, the teacher rolled her eyes at me.
I know everyone here hates me except Faith.
Finally, when I saw the questions, I sighed in relief. Actually, it's our social studies paper and I know the answers, so I will easily get passing marks on these.
After writing those answers, which I remembered when I revised last night, I glanced at their questions, which I don't know.
I don't want to cheat on this paper.
"Shh," someone says quietly, prompting me to look up.
I looked up at Faith. She was gesturing me something. I followed her eyes. Oh, she wants to know an answer.
I kept my head down and slowly nodded to her, and slowly took my answer sheet and passed it to her carefully.
Thank God, the teacher is still busy with her phone chatting with someone I didn't know and was not interested in.
She took my answer sheet and quickly opened the papers of the question booklet, trying to cover my desk so that no one could notice that my answer sheet was not at my desk.
I made a promise to Faith and me that we would help each other in exams.
After some time, she returned my answer sheet.
After two days, I return to the exam hall. We get two days off for preparation of our mathematics exam.
What if I get a fail? I try to study but can't be able to study the full syllabus? What's going to happen now? I scrapped my hand through my hair while eyeing the door.
I suddenly got bumped into the bench.
"Ouch," I said as I rubbed my knee and looked around.
I sat on my bench, waiting for the exam to start.
I gave a thumbs up to Faith, who just sat at the second last bench above my bench.
She smiled and turned away.
I leaned on my desk, looking at her back.
Did best friends behave like this?
I looked at another row of students, a group of girls and boys, sitting together gossiping and laughing. A smile appeared on my lips when I looked at them. They were all looking so exciting and very very happy with each other. Looking lost in their own world, well I can understand too.
Why are they all so happy?
because they are all excellent students, as opposed to average students like me
I looked at Faith to talk to me like they were all talking and enjoying themselves, but she was busy talking to another group of girls.
I rubbed my arms and soon the bell rang, making everyone quiet, and the teacher came to the class.
As soon as the teacher puts the question paper at my desk, my stomach flicks when I see the question paper. Sweat prickles over my skin. I didn't dare to look at the questions.
My luck when it comes to exams, especially when it's maths, is historically bad.
I looked at the ceiling beside me, but then I looked around. Everyone had started writing the answers.
I frowned at them all, wondering why on earth they were all so good at studying that they could give exams without feeling nervous or afraid.
I looked at my desk and took the paper in my hands.
I skipped this Chapter as it was very tough and most of the questions came from this one. I blinked excessively, glancing around, not focusing on anything.
As I tried to read other questions, my toes curled and my stomach churned, forming cramps.
"God, why me every time?" I looked at Faith, who was writing, and then at the teacher, Mrs. Davis, who was looking at everyone and I quickly averted my gaze away from her.
She is also one of those teachers who hates me and cannot bear my presence.
The same goes for me too. I also don't like her or any other teacher here. They're a bunch of fucking egoistic creatures who can spoil your mood and your day.
I shook my head and started writing the answers, which I was able to write because I chose to study the easy Chapters.
After writing the answers I knew, I looked around. The teacher was busy, so I quickly nudged Faith.
She looked back and I gestured for her to tell me an answer to give me an answer sheet of hers.
My hands began to stutter, and my legs began to jiggle.
"Stop it, stop bothering me," the girl next to me said, narrowing her eyes at me.
I looked at her answer sheet because my legs were bouncing in nervousness. I think it was due to that when she was writing, her hands got bumped against the shaking bench, making her disturbed.
"I'm so sorry," I kept my eyes down and looked at my answer sheet. It was final.
I've officially failed now.
I tried to solve the questions by myself, but dam, maths seems foreign to me.
My hands are shivering, and I grasp the sides of my head to try and regain control.
My vision got blurred. I don't even know why.
I quickly put my head down over the desk and closed my eyes. My eyes were filled with tears.
"Hurry up, students; only ten minutes are left," the teacher announced throughout the class.
I leaned forward and nudged Faith again, the last time to see if she would help me.
How can she do this to me? I also helped her in the social studies exam. Then why is she doing this to me?
She looked back, her face tightened with her skin stretched into a snarl.
"If you need me again, I will complain to the teacher," she said and turned away.
My eyes widened as I kept looking at her back. Is this really happening? Did she do this to me?
The teacher announced, "Time over class," and soon the bell also rang. The teacher took the answer sheets from us all and exited from the class.
Soon, the silent environment of our class was filled with the sounds of students discussing the answers.
But, I do have anything to discuss because I want my answers from Faith.
I looked around to find her, but she was nowhere in my sight.
I get on my feet and walk around to find her.
"We're glad that we're friends now. Welcome to our group," I have the most popular girl in our school and she is also my bully.
I think she is the reason I got hurt that day.
Last month, I was walking down the school corridor when a mirror on the wall fell over my head, causing me to bleed profusely. No one knew except doctors that I was in a coma for two days due to a head injury.
When that incident happened, I think even with a blurry vision, I definitely saw Abigail with her group in the corridor.
That's the reason I was not able to study well for my maths exam and I asked Faith to help me. I also helped her in the social science exam by giving her my answer sheet to copy from me the questions she didn't know, but here she betrayed me.
After Abigail and her group went away, Faith turned around cheekily, but she stopped immediately when her eyes stopped at me. Her smile faded and she started looking around at walls like they were more interesting than a living human like me.
"Why did you do this? How can you do this? I also helped you. Then why didn't you help me today?" I asked her.
"Because I don't know the answers, believe me, I'm going to fail the maths exam," she shrugged as she walked away from me.
I didn't say anything to her because I know there is no meaning to say anything now, everything is over, I think
Who knows, Faith was also right. Maybe she really doesn't know the answers well.
I sighed and turned away, coming back to my hostel.
Please, God, save me and my best friend Faith, and let us both pass our exams.