Second oneshot book

Jag älskar dig~Stenny (South Park.)

I decided to introduce you to my work ethics. But just, nobody is there to help so I end up doing it the Stan way.
Warnings: Cursing.
Ages: 15.
Note: I'm nearly fully trilingual, lacking in English and Swedish. So some shit might be wrong. (These pickup lines are in my textbook and I had to.) But I used my Swedish skills to make it English.
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Stan's POV.

What did this start with? The fact I have shaky hands.

What is it right now? Me questioning if I'm able to live with how stupid I am.

So that's all that is going through my head as I throw my Swedish book across the room.

"You have to catch up! There will only be one class in a week next year!"

I actually scream, crying.

"Stan?" Kenny asks.

I shake my head and take my book, scanning the words. 7 hours, I should be up in an hour. 7 goddamn hours AND I'M STILL AS BAD!

"STAN!"

I start to cry harder, hitting my head on the bed. Stupid, stupid, stupid.

"I can ask you the words."

I sigh and give him the book. He smiles.

"What's stan?"

"A city."

"Landet?"

I shake my head.

"Oh okay. Skådespelare?"

"I'm going to fail!"

"No you're not. Skräckfilm?"

I SHOULD KNOW THIS! I SHOULD! FUCK!"

"Let's just look at the next part... to avoid this."

I nod.

"Read it again soon."

"Ben?"

"Fuck, I don't even know English now. Leg?"

"Good. Mörk?"

"Skip."

"Kort? C'mon, you should know this."

"Short?"

"Yes!"

"I have those pretty well."

"Mörk is dark by the way."

"Oh thanks."

He turns the page.

"Lycklig?"

"ARG FUCK!"

"Sh... it isn't serious. På natten?"

"In something, no, at something..... arg. I don't know shit."

"At what?"