Chapter11 Betrayed By Her

Past
Several weeks passed. Everything was going as normal, except for one thing.
Faith!!
She didn't call me or text me after our exams. I just don't know what's wrong with her.
And today is our result day too. I just hope me and Faith will get past our exams.
God, please!
Suddenly, my phone rang. A smile appeared on my face when I noticed it was my uncle's call, but again, today is my results day. What if I fail?
"Mark Uncle," I said in a low whisper.
"What happened? Why are you speaking so cold? Is everything alright?" he asked me. I can sense he is worried about me.
"Today is my result day, Uncle. That's why I'm so scared. You know, dad and mom always wanted me to pass with great grades in my exams."
"Now they're both not in this world, but I know they're watching me from God's home and I just wanted to make them feel proud of me," I sighed and rested my head on my hand.
Just don't worry, I trust you and your abilities. I am sure you will get through your exams. Just never lose hope. And one more thing, never stop believing in you. You are the best and this feeling is enough to get through any problem," he said to calm me down.
Yes, the uncle is right. I should believe in myself but not lose hope that everything will be fine.
"Okay, call me when your results come," he said, and I hung up the call.
Finally, I looked at the digital clock. Time was almost done. Just half an hour was left. I quickly went towards the bathroom and took the shortest shower in history.
I put on my yellow hoodie with layered blue denim jeans and white sneakers and pulled my hair in one braid.
I headed towards my school.
I think I should run back to my hostel. I felt so foreign here, like I'm all alone here. No one is with me.
My shoulders rolled back, and I glanced at my smartwatch. Time is up. Now I have to face my deeds. My report card
Please! Mother Earth, swallow me.
Several students are getting happy seeing their report cards, even if their parents are also very happy with them, and here I'm, I just hate my fucking life.
I saw the teacher sitting at her table when she looked at me. She rolled her eyes and pulled out a fresh new report card with my grades written over it.
"Here," she said while giving me the report card, and I closed my eyes.
"Two-three-four..."
My heart was racing as I was counting to stop my anxiety level going high. I think I really need chilled water to calm my damm mind.
Mrs. Deliah, our class teacher, said her eyes softened looking at me.
It's so unusual. If she never liked me, then why show sympathy? I hate sympathy and pity looks.
I'm not someone you should pity.
I quickly looked at my result. I shook my head.
Three subjects are failing.
I looked around trying to focus on something. I just don't know and understand what the heck is happening. Where to look. I just wanted to run away.
"Brille," Mrs.Deliah spoke softly, but I bounced backward and ran away from there.
My chest felt so heavier as I sat on the floor of my room with my results, which showed that I failed on three subjects, and because of this, the school couldn't promote me to the next class, and they wanted me either to repeat the class or leave the school.
My chest caved in. I quickly put my hand over it and rubbed it, trying to ease the pain. I just don't know, but after the heaviness over my chest, I started feeling pain.
Wait, Faith, she also told me that her paper also didn't go well. I might call her, aka what is her result. I quickly took my phone, but before I could call her, a notification popped up on my phone. It was from Instagram.
It shows that Abigail started a live video on Instagram.
I quickly clicked on it and saw. But I frowned when I saw it was Faith's house.
Not only Abigail, but many other girls, in fact her entire group, were present.
I was quickly cut, and there is no way I'm going to use her so-called party of passing exams.
I quickly called Faith, first because she didn't pick up my call.
Then I called her again.
Finally, she picked up
"Faith, what is your result?" I asked.
"What is Brielle? I'm busy and don't have time. I'm passed," she said.
"Then why didn't you help me when I asked for it? You know right, I was in a coma, that's why I wasn't able to study. Besides that, you lied to me too that you didn't know the answers." I gritted at her.
"Brielle, I'm at a party, and they are calling me, so I have to go by," and she hangs up the call.
I snuggled backward towards the edge of my bed.
"I don't believe that this is happening," I gulped and looked around. Even though my head felt so heavy, like it was going to explode at any minute.
I quickly lay on the floor of my room and closed my eyes. All I needed was to sleep very badly.
My parents must be very ashamed of me. They always wanted me to be a very bright student. My dad always wanted me to be a topper in my class, but the truth is I'm a loser.
My phone rang, and I received it without seeing the caller id.
And when I put it on speaker, my hands feel so light, like they don't have any bone or life, my limbs seem like they don't belong to me.
My uncle's voice says, "Bri."
I didn't speak a word, just kept staring at the ceiling above me.
"Your teacher called me, it's okay Bri, everything will be alright, just don't worry," he said, and I shook my head.
"Bri, trust me to listen carefully. You can repeat the class and then study with all your heart." And I'm damm sure you will top on your exams, "he said and looked at the fat screen blankly.
Bri, say something dear, you know we can't stay stuck in the past, we have to move on from our pain; it's okay, bri, remember God always gives problems to those who dare to fight them, not to those who can't deal with them."I slowly looked at myself in the mirror.
I wiped away my tears and sneezed. Uncle is correct; I can't stay stuck on this. What happened happened, and I can't change it. I can't just sit here and cry my entire life; life is short. I have to move on.
"You're right." I just can't be stuck in the past, I have to move on for good, "I murmured while sitting up
"That's like my Bri. I'm proud of you. I will talk to your principal about whether you will repeat the class," he said.
"Actually uncle, I don't want to repeat the class from this school. Please find any other school for me." My chest tightened. There is no way I'm going back there to those bullies and that bitch Faith. I thought she was my friend, but she is fucking betrayed. I hate her. I have a lot of teachers who are major hypocrites. I hate everything.