-*The Students of Rose*-

The Test

I squelch nervously as I think of what happened last night.

"JOY", my father had screamed at me angrily, "WHAT KIND OF RESULTS ARE THESE?!?!"

I had had my head low. Tears were pitifully rolling down my cheeks and I could do nothing to stop them as I replayed that memory in my head.

I had  taken a practice test and gotten bad scores. My father had  every right to be disappointed with me. Of course, he would regret shouting at me later, as he hardly ever did so. However, it was still quite painful to hear.

Now, in exactly one minute, my real test is about to begin. This will determine whether I  get in to ROSE or not.

I start counting down the numbers in my head.

60, 59, 58, 57
Oh I don't think I'm ready

50, 49, 48, 47, 46
Oh gosh please, no

40, 39, 38, 37, 36

 I wonder if there are any chicken nuggets in the fridge?

20,19,18,17

Just breathe Joy, it'll be fine

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1

And so, it began.


I take 4 tests with 60 questions. Each go for 30 minutes.
When I was done, I had a funny feeling in my stomach. I felt pretty weird.

I go into my parents room and find my dad on his work laptop, my mum reading a book and the annoying ra- I mean my sister watching something. 

"Hey, I'm done", I tell my parents.

"Did you fail the test?", asks my sister, Riley.

By now  if you ask me how nervous I am on a scale of 1-10 I would say 10000000000000000

That little devil was always trying to get me into trouble.

"No, she's rocked it", says my dad.

I could tell he was guilty for shouting at me last night.

I smile and pat my sister on the head. She was watching some cat cartoon, I decide to make fun of her and said, "Hey, you know that little cat is as short and chubby as you are".

She rolls her eyes, " Please even you admit I'm tall. I'm only in grade 4 and I'm almost as tall as you are".

As if I didn't have enough things to feel bad about.

I ruffle my sister's hair and go to the living room to relax. By relax I mean plot ways to prank my sister. 

As I start looking for a paper to create my wicked plans in, I stumble across my old cram school papers. Even though, I was quite shy back then, I had made some memories and start to picture my cram school classmates . I remember one boy in particular who I had never spoken to, but remember so clearly.

I remember him because he was so tall. Ok, I know I'm really short, but even if you compare him to someone with an average height, he would have been still been tall.

Ok, enough of him, I need to focus on taking the little rascal down.

2 days later when it's Monday


I wake up early and by early I mean at 8:30, 20 mins before school starts. However, that's still pretty early as most people log in when it's 9:10.

Ugh, when will remote learning ever finish, I wanna see my friends and start shipping them with SpongeBob characters.

I brush my teeth, have a shower and put on some sweats. I also try out for a messy bun look that I think will look good with my short, blonde hair.

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