"I," she tries, and falters again. She tries to get her thoughts into order, and when she feels like she does, she nods. "I just... let it get bad," she admits. "Everything else just seemed more important than..." She makes a face, because even as she thinks it, it sounds stupid and childish, but she says it anyway. "Than school. I guess."

She looks at Greta, less afraid of her reaction and more resigned to it.

"I really didn't want you to worry," she adds. "That's why I hid it. I thought if you saw my grades, you'd get upset and... I don't know. Think you were failing me. Which you're not!" she rushes to add. She'd hid it so Greta wouldn't think that, because it isn't true.