One day after mom's death
My father sighed at the bills and told me we couldn't afford a funeral for mom. I couldn't accept that so I asked if I could 2000 were enough for a funeral for her. My father sighed and told me that we could hold one if I gave up all my money.
One weeks after mom's death
The funeral took place and though I thought I already cried enough at her death bed, I started sobbing again.
Two days after my mom's funeral
My father started to act weird. He always expected good grades but it didn't always need to be an A to satisfy him but now he demanded that I only write As. I always knew that my father was obsessed with grades. The reason I didn't have that rule before was because of mom told him that I should be able to concentrate on other things than school.
One month after mom's funeral
The stress was getting to me. I needed to use most of my free time to study, often I needed to skip sleep. Headaches became my usual. School was more unbearable than ever but my home life felt the same. My father wasn't someone to talk to about casual things like how my day was. I started to miss mom and cried every night for a miracle to bring her back to happen.
Two months after mom's funeral
Soon I will have a French exam coming up. It's one of the subjects I have a problem getting an A.
My father warned me that if I wrote anything under an A this time, he would take away my dog. I already wrote one B and he was displeased with me. As punishment for the bad grade he punched my left shoulder. So, this time I needed to prepare myself for this exam more serious than ever.
My dog would always be my excuse to get out of the house once and do something else than study. Since my father didn't let me out without a good reason.
I spent every hour after school on learning the only time I would allow myself time off, was when I needed to walk my dog or needed to do homework. Otherwise I invested my time into going through every grammatic rule and every vocabulary we ever learned. I wrote three texts for preparation.
Soon the day came but I didn't feel ready enough. I could have learned so much more if I had sacrificed my sleep too. But now was no time for having regrets now it was time to hope I will do good.
The test started. First the listening. I tried to understand what they were saying but the teacher picked one with much background noise, so I needed to guess half of the questions. The reading was pretty easy because I knew almost every word. Then grammatic came what also wasn't too hard luckily. Then came the last exercise, a writing. I was prepared so I just wrote and I was done five minutes before end. I read through everything and hoped the listening was better than I thought.
One week later we got our exam back and I had a B.
I failed.
My poor precious dog will get send away…