Don't fail.

Those were the only words left that mattered.

She stared at the words scribbled in her newest notebook. Why did she have so many?

The butterfly could spare some change, of course.

Her gaze drifted around the class, the chaos that reigned when their teacher was late. Voices chattered in the foreground, loud and intruding. She wanted to leave. She wanted to close her ears and scream, or laugh. She could barely tell the difference anymore.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing." She mustered a smile. Nothing was wrong. She just didn't know what was right.