Kianna

In the empty classroom, Kianna cleans the chalkboard, struggling as the students assigned to cleaning duty had gone home, leaving her to do their work. “My hands can’t reach that high... What do I do, what do I do? If I can’t finish this, the teacher will be mad at them, and they won’t be my friends anymore..." Anxious, Kianna sits in her chair, her eyes darting between the student council paperwork for herself and the president and the growing pile of homework. She sighs. “Maybe I shouldn’t have agreed to be the vice president…... I can’t finish both the paperwork and my homework at once, and the deadline is tomorrow.” She rests her head on the desk, quietly sobbing, feeling overwhelmed by the pressure. `I’m sorry, big sis. I couldn’t be like you. I feel like a failure. I lost the election, my grades are slipping, and I’m scared my friends will leave me if I can’t even clean this classroom.