Alex stared in mortification at her perfectly typed essay, now scarred a brutal red by her teachers marks. Alex her teacher began, her delicate brown eyes promising hope. Alex gazed vacantly back at Miss Tendelli, watching her perfectly symmetrical mouth form kind encouraging words. Alex wished these words would stick like glue, but they slid off her like water droplets on oil. The truth was, once these words were deciphered and translated they promised nothing more than a life on the streets; Alex was simply horrendous at English and nothing that was said or done could improve it.
A sharp cackle filled the room and she snapped her head up to see Brittany laughing at her. Alex smiled a mischievous smile back. To the onlooker it looked like politeness or the smile of a friend, but internally Alex knew she was smiling for one reason only, for no matter how badly she performed in English one thing was always a definite; Brittany would always do worse.
As her attent