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CHAPTER 11

T
he next week at school, I was prepared to make this day—and

this week—better. Way better than last week. I had two
things I had to succeed at:

1. Try to get my grades up—especially in Math, and
2. Prove to my parents that I’m not just a stupid teenager

trying to tell jokes.

I’m a teenager whose mind is set on being great at what I do and
becoming an accomplished comedian in the future. And getting my

grades up was the first step.
So, after the last class today, I went up to Mrs. Stanley’s desk to

ask her something I knew I would probably fail at doing.

“Yes, Shauna?” She kept marking the test papers on the table.
“I… I’d like to ask something from you.” I put my hands behind my

back nervously.
“What is it?” She looked up at me.

I took a deep breath, hoping she would agree and allow me to do
it. “I want to redo the math test again.”

Mrs. Stanley raised her eyebrows in surprise and disbelief—even

paused to understand what I was saying. And I knew why.
Mrs. Stanley was the type of teacher who would get important

information from her students and keep it in mind forever. And she
knew a lot about me. She knew I was already bad at Math and Science,