The dingy basement looked like something out of a horror movie. A few dirty windows, decaying walls, puddles on the floor, and one overhead light with a chain swinging back and forth casting a creepy shadow. I can’t help but think I’ve made a terrible mistake.
My math teacher handed me a paper. Ten problems covered the page, each one increasing in how to tediously calculate areas of different shapes. This wasn’t my future, this was a punch in the gut.
Crying can be heard from the conference room and I’m sitting in my desk right next to the conference room. I hate crying. I hate knowing that my friend and roommate Jessy is the one crying. I hate even more that I have to work like nothing is wrong. This sucks.
