Flunked standardized-test. Average SATs. Hardly encouraging.

[FaeNotMyName]

My mom blames my illness, but I don't believe it.  I don't care if my brains cells have died from my tendency towards starvation. It's all still my fault.  I teared up when she told me. I've never flunked anything like this before.
And average? What's so good about being average? My grades were never average; why do my high school days have to mock me so?

[Always]

Aweh, Mckenna, you need a hug. *Giant hug* We love you, no matter what your grades are. We won't treat you any different. Even if you don't like it, we still think you're an intelligent, loving, amazing SMITHteener. (: Keep your head held high, love <3