He sat in the counselor's office, eyes fixed blankly on the wall waiting for the guidance counselor to come. 'This is really one of my worst days…' He thought to himself as he didn't know that he was clenching his forms for enrollment.
"Mr. Morrison"
He looked at the guidance counselor as she called his surname. "Sorry for waiting, Mr. Morrison." She apologizes in a sweet, calm voice.
"Dan, ma'am. I'm ok calling me Dan. " He said flatly.
2 weeks ago…
Dan's eyes fixed on the card in his hand, his heart sinking as he read the words "poor academics" once more. His mind raced with thoughts of what this meant for his future, and he felt a deep sense of disappointment and guilt wash over him.
He knew he hadn't finished studying there, but he had always been a good student. What has gone wrong?
He looked at his grades again, the lines of 7s staring back at him like a bad dream. He felt his eyes start to water, but he held back the tears, not wanting to show weakness. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, but the anger and disappointment were still there, simmering beneath the surface.
As he stood there, clenching the card in his hand, he felt a sense of frustration and helplessness. He wanted to do something, anything, to change the situation, but he didn't know where to start. He felt like he was stuck in a rut, and he didn't know how to get out.
He thought about his mother's words, "Don't worry about it, Dan. They're not your real grades." But he knew that wasn't true. These grades were real, and they were a reflection of his abilities. He felt like he had let himself down, and he didn't know how to move forward.
He stood there for what felt like an eternity, lost in thought, before finally putting the card down on the table. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and looked up at his mother. He didn't know what to say, but he knew he had to say something.
"I...I just want to do better," he said finally, his voice barely above a whisper. "I want to prove myself."
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Dan got out of the school, now walking on the streets. While thinking about the conversation between him and the guidance counselor is good.
He stared at the ground deep in thoughts. 'Don't worry too much… Just study hard and make it to the top….'
The rain unexpectedly poured down with a strong wind. "..." He stood there for a few seconds with bored eyes and ran into a nearby store holding the document from his school. He shakes his head, drying his hair.
He stands there waiting until the rain stops. His legs hurt and his head as well. He wakes up early just to enroll and walks only from home to school, saving his money even though his mother gives him extra.
He sighed and sat on the ground, brushed his hair back as he leaned on the wall feeling the coldness of it sending shivers to his spine.