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I couldn't understand what just happen, then suddenly she just shouted on me like I did the biggest mistake of my life. But in reality, I don't have a clue what I've done. She just threw me In the class of first grade and said,"You are going to study in this class, UNDERSTOOD!". I was shocked, 'what on earth was happening! Why?' I just thought these things inside me but wouldn't dare to ask. I silently went to my desk and sat there. Mum was angry, maybe she came to the school in the middle of her work.

I came back to home. It was very quiet,"maybe aunty is sleeping". I went in, she was actually sleeping, even Rita and Paul are sleeping. I went into my room,"Too bright!" I said, then I changed my clothes and quickly put the lights off. After that, I went to the kitchen to eat. I was actually waiting for mumma and daddy to come back sooner, because I want to know what happen.

There was a yearly report card on the table. It has written grade 1, Sunflower junior school, Fiya Jane on the front page. I turned it and I got '35%', "Passed...". I was puzzled and asked myself, "why did mumma do that if I've already passed? I'll ask her". I was sleeping, could probably have been 11pm. Mumma opened the door, I was still asleep. She shouted my name and started to slap me when I was sleeping. I pushed her and put my hands on my face, but she didn't stop hitting me. Daddy came in and stopped mumma. She was full of range and I could not breathe because of crying. Dad was not even looking at me. Mumma threw that report card on my face and said "Why are your score are so low as compare to the other students! Why don't u study more instead playing all day! Do you even know how much I have to listen from your principal about these grade of yours!...". Dad was trying to calm her, but it was very visible that he's agreeing that it's my fault. I was crying when both my sibling came inside the room. They barely know what is happening, they were just two years old. Looking me getting beaten up, they suddenly started crying. I look at them, my tears won't stop, but I wasn't making any sound, only sniffing over my mucus running from my noes.

Mumma and daddy look at them, they were crying their eyes out. Mumma looked at me then said her word and went out off my room taking Paul in her arms. That word still lingers in my mind. Day in - Day out! It just don't get off of my mind, and just with this incident, my journey of misery took its first step.

It still makes me shiver whenever I think of that time, and the word that couldn't stop to haunt me, "FAILURE!".