An Untitled Piece by Nate R.

As I took my seat in Geometry, it was announced that we would learn of our quiz results. Thirteen 100's. That made me somewhat hopeful, as my last quiz was a 100. Four F's? My heart skipped a beat. As the quiz glided ever so elegantly from the teacher's hand onto my desk, I caught a glimpse of a capital letter 'F' on the paper, written in red pen. I must be seeing things, I thought to myself. As I held up my quiz, it became clear that I was not hallucinating. There it was, a red capital 'F' with a 44%. Some girl next to me suffered the same exact fate, I noticed. F. Failure. I stared blankly at the white parchment for a moment, and then proceeded to fold it into a paper plane. I held that miserable white parchment in between my index finger and thumb. And then, a deft flick of my wrist, and I set it free. The plane, of course, wasn't the only one set free. My oh-so-humble teacher then proceeded to liberate me from his cursed, hellfire laden prison that was known as a "classroom." At once, I picked up my few belongings and bid my teacher a silent adieu before I made off into the shadows that would eventually lead me to righteousness. Farewell, prison, and farewell, jailer. I am no longer bound to your chains of injustice and malevolence, for now I am a free man!