Uh, oh. I did bad. I thought I was going to do so good. I did real bad.
They wouldn’t give us a test we couldn’t do well on, would they? That would be cruel. Then why did I do so bad? I actually tried to do a good job on this. Why is no one else freaking out right now? Am I stupid?
I think I’m going to cry. I’m definitely going to cry. This will be humiliating. They’ll all know why I’m crying when they see my test. They’ll know exactly why I’m crying and I won’t be able to lie about it.
Unless I ram this pencil eraser in my eye. Then they’ll think I’m crying because I rammed a pencil eraser in my eye. Perfect.
But, crud! That could really hurt me, and then they’ll think I’m dumb for ramming a pencil eraser in my eye. They’ll think I’m weird like Palvinder.
Oh, no. The tears are coming. I don’t have much time.
What if I ram the pencil eraser into my eye on “accident.” If I sell it really well, I think I can make this work. Maybe I can prop the pencil on the table and pretend to lay my head down to sleep. I can make a big reaction as if it surprised me.
No. That’ll never work. It’ll look too fake. I better think of something quick. If I blink, I swear a tear is going to go down my face. It’s too late. I’ve failed.
Wait! I know! I’ll run my hand through my hair, but I’ll hold my pencil when I do it. I’ll sell it like I forgot the pencil was in my hand so it perfectly pushed into my eye, producing tears. I’ll even say to them, “Crud. I forgot the pencil was in my hand and it pushed into my eye.” That’ll work. It’ll make me look dumb, but not as dumb as Palvinder. It might even make me look cool-dumb since I’ll be running my hand in my hair like cool guys do. Awesome. Let’s do this.
Ouch. There. It’s done.
I think they’re buying it.
Sally Chong is asking too many questions. She’ll have to be taken care of.