CHAPTER NINETY FIVE
**Oliver West**
The final bell cut through the air, I should be excited that school was over, but instead, I dragged my feet toward Mrs. Osborne's office.
She'd asked to see me after class about my "Recent academic performance,"
My heart was still pounding nervously even though I could already guess.
That was her usual speech when she called me into her office to tell me
"You're failing spectacularly and we need to talk about it."
Another sigh escaped my mouth, maybe I should be more optimistic. Perhaps after my last test, my grades were so high that she wanted to commend me specially?
I knocked on her door and heard her sharp "Come in!"
Mrs. Osborne was sitting behind her desk with a stack of papers that looked suspiciously like test results. Her reading glasses perched on the end of her nose made her look like a disappointed owl.
"Sit down, Oliver."
