What's The Point Anyway?

"You're a smart kid, but why on earth you get such an awful score?"

That's what my father always said to me. And everytime he saw my report card, he always repeat those words. At first, those words means nothing for me. But as the time goes by, it feels like someone has stab me with a knife, right to my heart. And when he keep commenting me about the score, it only make everything even worse than ever.

I don't care what kind of score did I get. It doesn't matter for me. All I want is my parent to sit next to me. I want them to be happy. But in order to do that, I have to get a good score. But once I get a good score, they'll be even busier than before. It hurts. It's plainly hurts.