Love Alarm [Based On A True Story]

Results

First semester exams were finally over and today was the results day, or more like execution day for many. It's been at least two weeks since the exams came to an end, and although I know I haven't failed any subjects since I'm not that kind of student, I'm still worried about what my results could be, and what my family's reaction will be.

This is the first time we have given science exams based on the three separate forms unlike how it's usually done in junior schools. So yeah, it was kind of tough, and even if I do end up being a little behind in my marks than usual, my siblings will be understanding considering it's my first time.

Throughout the day, Claire and I sat in our seats gnawing at our nails in nervousness while each period was one panic attack after another. So far my English grades were good, as expected since it's my favourite subject, and my highest score was in religion as that's what I'm best at.

Now the two of us are on the edge of our seats, my nails drumming the table while Claire's legs wouldn't stop swaying, we waited for Mrs. McNille to show us our Biology papers.

"Ari I'm scared."

"I know."

"I'm scared, Ari."

"I heard you the first time."

"Ari I'm -"

"Hush now! I'm scared too!"

Now the both of us were drumming our nails on the table and both our legs wouldn't stop swaying. At long last Mrs. McNille handed us our papers and the look on her face said nothing since it stayed neutral, like she was skilled in this field to know that the teacher's expression mustn't betray the students' suspense.

Murderers.

I take the papers from her hand with a breath hitched high up in my throat that I don't know how I will release. With swift movement, I turn the paper towards me, the only fear ringing in my head as to what I'll tell my family if I do extremely bad.

I didn't.

It was 74/100.

A simple B in the report card.

I breathe out a sigh of relief, finally getting the damned breath out of my system. My sisters can be convinced by saying it's my first time and that next time will be better since I got the hang of how the exams work now, but the one that will be disappointed is...dad.

Given our financial crisis, dad is very insistent Alice and I score the scholarship the school is providing by bringing straight A's. But it's easier said than done. I'll just have to deal with him somehow.

Claire's results were very much similar to mine, which, as normal as it sounds, isn't a good thing. Claire once upon a time used to be one of the best students in the class with a GPA 5 in every exam. But since last year her results had been moving backwards, until this year, she's an equal to me.