Elena.

I sighed as I rested my chin in the palm of my hand, staring at the crumpled paper I had squished up in my other hand. I had been staring at that paper for almost five minutes without actually reading anything. The afternoon breeze blew softly across the schoolyard, carrying the scent of dry leaves and cooling earth. Some students had already left the school, while others were still clustered around the field and the parking lot.

However, I couldn't care less about any of that. My attention was solely focused on one thing: the terrible grade printed largely at the top of the paper.

"What's wrong, Elena?" Jane...