Chapter 8

Bivianne

"Bivianne Cordova," called ma'am Teresa who is our Gen Math teacher. "You seem busy lately."

At first I didn't get what he meant. But when I saw my grade in the exams last time, my mouth dropped. I felt as if I was frozen in place while staring at my paper.

"Two mistakes. You know I can't do anything when your mom asks about your grades, right?"

I was just dumbfounded and stared at the two circles on my paper as if that would change. But not. Two of my answers are still wrong. And no matter what I read in the questions, that is really wrong. I don't know why even though I know the correct answer now, I still got it wrong on the exam day itself.

Until the end of our class for the whole day I was just stunned. There's no use listening to the class. Because I will definitely be locked in the basement again and mom will hurt me. Thinking about it makes me shiver.

I remember the last time I had a low grade. She dragged me to our basement and assaulted me there. He doesn't let anyo