Silence! You could hear the heartbeats, the slow but sure heartbeats, the paced breaths. But most of all, you could feel it. Tests are arguably the most terrified pieces of paper in school history and the worst part is not actually doing them, it’s getting the results. That’s what gives you the fear, the anxiety.
I took deep breaths, shook a little in panic for I never touched a book since the last term. Each was given his copy and was ready for showdown. The test was no joke! It had twenty pages (excluding the instructions) and it was no prank. It had to be done. Five minutes down the exam and still nothing. I started remembering some good times like a practical exam in which we were to do food test and I thought it was food tastes. Don’t blame me, there were starch, proteins, sugars… how would I know? What could I have done? I tasted them and wrote down my reactions as my observations.
I started looking around to confirm if I was the only one stranded in the room.
“I’ve captured you!” I heard a sudden voice rising in crescendo from the door. “YOU WERE TRYING TO CHEAT, I hope you have bus fare beacuse you are going home. “No, I… I…” I stammered as I tried to get my words right and on confirmation, the teacher was referring to my neighbor. He had a long but thin (ridiculously thin) piece of paper beside his test. He quickly crumbled it up and chewed it like it was no one’s business. You could clearly see the disappointment in the teacher’s eyes. That was the last piece of evidence he needed to win the case go down someone’s throat.
Don was particularly the kind of boy who always had something down his sleeve and teachers knew it. “STAND UP!” barked the teacher. There was fear in Don’s eyes. His eyes became watery, sweat started trickling down his face as he took occasional gulps. He then stood up confidently looking straight at the teacher twice his size. A library of books fell down with a graceful pattern while others still standing strong like a pillar.
I was speechless. I’m sure you’re guessing what transpired after this… Keep guessing. Just know he went outside, teacher in tow with his books worth starting a bookshop. Seconds felt like hours, minutes like days but eventually the exam ended. I was eager to stand up and collect my paper but when I noticed the front page, my blood froze.
The first question required us to write a diary and I wrote a journal. I think it’s just in me. Anyway, I just collected half-halfheartedly wishing some kind of voodoo would make me still pass the exam. As for Don…
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