People come and go.
There are times when the world seems to have lost all its colors and the melody of life has turned into agonizing silence.
There are times when your knees feel weak every morning while getting out of bed, and the repetative tune...
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Y/n focus, damn it.
You tapped the tip of your foot against the floor. Not too loud, though. The last thing you´d want was to slice the deadly silence with unnecessary noise and disturb your classmates. You swore you could hear your own heartbeat. The pulsing in your veins. And you were afraid others heard it too.
You have never felt so much discomfort from the hard surface of your chair as you did at that moment. You squirmed in your seat as your eyes traced the same sentence repeatedly, trying to pull out as much information as possible from it.
How the hell am I supposed to calculate the area of this? What the fuck even is thisshape?! The back of your head throbbed. There was not enough light in the classroom, it was hard for your pupils to adjust.
Your head limped down. You had to support your forehead with your palms and go through the test sheet again. The atmosphere in the class was so tense. It almost felt like you were stuck in a balloon with so much air pressure it was just about to blow up.
We´re all screwed. No one knows shit here.
Your chest began rising and falling rapidly. Vision slightly blurred. You weren´t sure whether it was from all the stress or if that was an attack incoming.
No.
No!
Not now, I don´t have time for this! Focus! Y/n, you studied for this test you can manage. You know what to do.
You internally spoke calming things to yourself, in order to avoid making a scene because of a test. You did your best to steady your breath. And of course, not to breathe too loud while doing so. In fact, you didn´t have a clue what to do.
Guess it´s time to turn back to faith now. Dear lord, give me strength.
With shaking fingers you picked up your pen again, crossing out your first attempt to figure out the problem stated, and began writing everything down again one more time. It was more tidied and organized now; thus, it was more clear and easy to deduce information. With no particular idea of how to proceed you used a couple of formulas, simplified the answer and wrote it down, praying it was at least somehow close. Maybe it could earn you at least 0,25 of a point.
The time passed strangely quick when you needed it to slow down. You scribbled an answer for every question, but there was no time left for checking them. So, you handed out the sheet with zero confidence.
...Hey, at least the teacher could give me some bonus points for the sketches...
Other times your psyche would be greatly disrupted by such event. You would lock yourself in a bathroom stall, gagging at the fungus growing on the celling from the damp air and hyperventilating like crazy. But... today you didn´t. How strange.
