Yeah, yeah, I know what you’re going to say: that I’m a nasty girl, but for real, I was forced to do it.
Picture this: I’ve already gotten an F several times, and it’s not even a knowledge problem. I know my teacher’s subject very well – I won’t mention his name. Let’s call him Mr. Evans. By the way, I’m not going to say my real name either, but you can call me Monica. Hi, everybody. I’m 15, by the way. I hope this story makes it onto the “My Life, My Story” channel and we can all have a good laugh.