Mia sat quietly at her desk, staring at her maths test. It was not good.

She had studied, but the numbers seemed to dance around whenever she took a test.

When Ms. Archer returned the tests, Mia's heart sank. She saw a big, red 'D'.

Mia hid the test in her backpack. 'How could I tell Mom and Dad?' she thought.

At home, Mia felt a knot in her stomach. She usually showed her tests at dinner.

When dinner was over, Mia whispered, 'I got a D in maths,' and showed them the test.

Her parents weren't mad. 'Let's find out how we can help you,' said Dad.

They worked on practice problems together every night. 'It's okay to make mistakes,' Mom reminded her.

Mia slowly began to understand the numbers. They weren't dancing anymore; they were friends.

The day of the retest, Mia took a deep breath and began. The problems seemed clearer.

When the grades came out, Mia had a 'B'! She was so proud of her hard work.

That night, Mia's family celebrated her success with her favorite ice cream.