Hole in my SweaterMature

That week I put on my sweater and went to school, feeling quite pretty. 

I sat in class anxiously biting the side of my cheek. The teacher had been explaining a new concept for the past hour or so and I still didn't understand a word he was saying. I rubbed my eyes and squinted at the board, as if hoping this would trigger some sort of magical understanding.

It didn't.

Afterward, my friends talked about how easy the new chapter was. I shut my mouth and slipped my hands into my sweater pockets. 

I'm so stupid. 

It felt wrong to think that, but it had to be true. I didn't understand the concept and everyone else did. So I had to be stupid. Suddenly conscious of everyone, I glanced around and shoved my hands into my pockets. 

That's when I subconsciously started fingering the thread inside my pocket. 

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