I’d failed my f*****g test because of Poison.
Grinding my teeth together, I glared out the car window and dug my nails into my palms. I hated them so f*****g much that I couldn’t put my hatred into words. All I wanted was to get through the rest of this year without Mom breathing down my neck, but that surely wasn’t going to happen. When she saw that thirty-two percent on the test, she’d hound me for every little thing.
every little thingAnd I couldn’t take it anymore.
“It’s right around the corner,” Mom said, pointing to the Stop sign.
Dad turned on his blinker and placed his hand on Mom’s knee. “I know where it is, honey.”
Unable to stop myself, I pulled out my phone and glared at the Discord app. Then, I tapped on it and glared at Landon’s profile picture, which didn’t have a green
