Dear Future Husband,
I'm about to cry.
50.
FIFTY.
A FREAKING 50.
That's the lowest grade I've ever gotten on anything.
I'm in the bathroom right now about to break down in tears because Mrs. Bradley just handed back our unit tests and I got a big fat five zero on the front in blood red pen. I studied for this too, I understood the content, hell, I tutored Grant on this. A fifty? That didn't make sense. I'm flipping through it right now looking for my mistakes, but everything seems right.
I have to go see her, something is wrong.
Xoxo, Alina
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Dear Future Husband
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