An A, actually. Mostly I just think he was impressed I did the homework. [She shrugs, wishing she had a cigarette.] I always was pretty decent at poetry, though. Unless it came out sounding like some terrible screamo song. Things about tears of blood, the usual 13-year-old stuff.

[This isn't really something she's told anyone else, come to think of it. Her parents never cared about how she did in school any more, and would laugh her out of the house if they knew she enjoyed poetry.]