#Chapter 43: Failures

The next day, I think I’m about to die in biology class. I, apparently, put something wrong in the beaker that Debbie and I are working on. It fizzles up and over the top and stains the counter a balmy shade of red. Our teacher scrambles to get it cleaned up and waves her hands all over the place. I could feel bad but I mainly feel dread. I’m terrible at school. Biology and chemistry are a complete wash. I can barely do one experiment without something blowing up, spilling or just not working. English is fine but I read much slower than the rest of the class. That and my penmanship is appalling. I can’t even read my own essays. The only class I’m good at is combat. It’s particularly evident that afternoon. Maybe I had a bunch of rage to get out after chemistry but I lift my sparring partner, Jade, up with one hand and slam her to the ground. She grunts and groans in discomfort and tries to roll onto her front. I give her one swift kick to the shoulder and she’s down. She