Chapter 43 Failures
- The next day, I think I’m about to die in biology class.
- I, apparently, put something wrong in the beaker that Debbie and I are working on. It fizzles up and over the top and stains the counter a balmy shade of red. Our teacher scrambles to get it cleaned up and waves her hands all over the place. I could feel bad but I mainly feel dread.
- I’m terrible at school.