CHAPTER ONE | I AM A RACCOON IVY KING F! A big fat fucking F written in sticky red on the front of my Chemistry paper. I internally groan as I check it again, hoping and praying that it would magically switch to an A. Hell, I wouldn't even mind if it changes to a D or C, as long as it is no longer the grade I'm staring at right now. We were given our Chemistry results yesterday and honestly, my delulu self was expecting an A or B. I really tried my best to get good grades but it seems that the harder I try, the more I fail. I am starting to slowly believe in magic, dark magic to be precise because how else would anyone explain what the fuck is wrong with me? I don't think I am dumb but somehow, even the supposedly dumbest person in my school manages to get better grades than I do…even if it's just a mark higher than mine. Whenever I remember the fact that everyone I know graduated last year, I want to hit my head on the wall so hard that my head would split open and I can take m
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