Liberosis is a high school story about teenagers who are forced to succumb to academic hierarchy. It is set in an elite private academy, Building Stone High. Bukunmi, the main female character is a girl who does nothing but read to pass even if she...
idk who relates more to the quote i put in this chapter, me or Bukunmi. wattpad really showed me shege this time around. btw the picture in the media is so Lisa-core.
TW: use of vulgar language, mature theme
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009: A Loud Silence
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Nobody tells you how loud the sound of silence is.
Especially when you're writing a test or an examination, the silence speaks volumes, loud enough for you to hear.
Everyone is in their own world, rummaging every core part of their memories, desperately seeking for answers to questions.
There are the hopeless ones, the ones that give up five minutes into the exam and fall asleep immediately.
There are the desperate ones, the ones who are ready to tear their hair apart, wondering why they can't remember that one thing they read.
There are the ones who turn into invertebrates at that moment, in serious need of a backbone. Everything they put down in their answer sheet doesn't come from their head but from another person's answer sheet.
And some simply have it easy. All they need to do is pick up their pen, ponder and wonder for some time and write. Rinse and repeat till they're done with the whole test.
Marcel and Jina were two of the people who had it easy.
And Bukunmi? She had dug her fingernails deep into her hair, scratching every itch in frustration.
I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this.
She dropped her pencil on the OMR sheet, shoulders slumping as she leaned backward on her seat. Her eyes skimmed over the pages, seeing that she hadn't answered a single question that had to do with calculations.
She tried to. But she couldn't. Maybe it was the crippling anxiety she felt, or the severe ache that she felt in her head whenever she tried to crack her brain in order to solve the questions.
Or maybe it was the beads of perspiration that only increased if she even dared to spend a glance on the calculative questions.
What is wrong with me?
That was when she noticed her partner sitting quietly, head down and resting on his arms with his eyes closed, pen dropped beside his booklet.
