Though I never had the best relationship with my father. He was still a somewhat decent human being. He would walk my dog if I had an exam and would help me study but now that all has stopped. Now he looks at me with anger or annoyance even if I cook for him or clean as if nothing is good enough.
It's as if he completely changed after mom's death. It's been two months since her death and soon I will have a French exam coming up. It's one of the subjects I have a problem getting an A.
A few days after mom's death my father warned me that if I wrote anything under an A, he would take away my dog. Her dog was her excuse to get out of the house once and do something else than study.
There was another reason I wanted to leave the house and that is that my father punched me into the shoulder for getting an A-. So, this time I needed to prepare myself for this exam more serious than ever.
I spent every hour after school on learning the only time I would allow myself time off, was when I needed to walk my dog or needed to do homework. Otherwise I invested my time into going through every grammatic rule and every vocabulary we ever learned. I wrote three texts for preparation.
Soon the day came but I didn't feel ready enough. I could have learned so much more if I had sacrificed my sleep too. But now was no time for having regrets now it was time to hope I will do good.
The test started. First the listening. I tried to understand what they were saying but the teacher picked one with much background noise, so I needed to guess half of the questions. The reading was pretty easy because I knew almost every word. Then grammatic came what also wasn't too hard luckily. Then came the last exercise, a writing. I was prepared so I just wrote and I was done five minutes before end. I read through everything and hoped the listening was better than I thought.
One week later we got our exam back and I had a B.
I failed.
My poor precious dog will get send away…