(A short story about my OCs. This is set in early 1960s)

Laura Wells marched out of school with her head high and school books chained to her with her hands and a scowl large enough to let everyone know to avert their gaze from her.

Billy Anderson quickly followed behind with an amused smirk.

Once the boy finally caught up to her, Laura sharply turned to him “And here I was thinking I’d actually pass this semester without any flaws.”

“Oh, come on. You’re acting like I’m all at fault with this. I don’t like it anymore than you do.”

Laura marched faster, but Billy walked even faster.

“You’re acting like I already failed the project.”

“You might as well already have. What’s the highest record for your grades now? A Z-?”

Billy scoffed and shook his head, “It was actually a V-…” he grumbled.

“Unbelievable. You’re so incompetent.” Laura sighed.

“Don’t know what the hell that means so I don’t care!”