History 101... (Albert's POV and Pencil's POV)

We had our History 101 class today. We very recently had had our semester final, which was a cinch. It takes more than seven short answer questions and a zillion different answer choices to rattle the great Albert Penstein...hold on.

Argh, stop it, Mom, no one thinks disco is cool!

Okay, I'm back. So, yeah. History final, blah blah blah. I try to appear confident, since, you know, I'm quite the ladies' man...

Stop laughing, Pencil, you know it's true.

...plus Penelope needs to know that she has a strong shoulder to cry on if she ever needs it.

So I walked into History today and our test results were posted on the board. Every one was gathered 'round talking and checking their scores. I pushed my way through and scanned the list for my name. When I found it, I followed the page to my results, knowing, like always, that they would be perfect. So I received quite the surprise when I saw the score.

I got a 57.

I was very upset about this. Colleges do NOT accept 57's. But I wanted to appear cool, so I just said, "Yeah, I flunked that on purpose. I went to a party and didn't feel like studying, so, yeah..." and just walked away. Didn't I handle that well?

Pencil's POV
Okay, I'm cutting in here, as it seems my friend Albert over here needs a little help telling the story.
He, in fact, did not handle that well. When he saw the results, he squealed like a little girl and huddled up in a ball in the corner. Then he stood and ripped the paper off the board.

"NO!" he screamed. "I loved you! I studied you for hours, working my rear end off trying to pass you, and this is how you repay me?"

His voice lowered, and everyone stopped talking. "I hope you know that there was once a boy who cared about you more than life itself. And you just sat back and crushed his dreams. You let all of his hopes and cares and fantasies wither away in front of your very eyes. And you gave him a 57." He turned and threw the paper into the air. He screamed, "Evil, thy name be History 101!"

He fell to his knees and buried his face in his hands. All was silent. Then, one by one, the class began giggling. Then snorting. Then roaring with laughter. I went up to Albert and said, "You know, if law school doesn't work out, you could always be an actor." He just glared at me.

It was even funnier when the teacher walked in and said he'd mixed up Albert's score with another girl's. Huh, good thing Penelope wasn't there. And no, Albert, I will not be quiet. I'm telling a story here and you're ruining my vibe.

So, yeah, that's what really happened. Whose story do you believe--mine or Albert's?