mood rings

grey

Grey- the individual is experiencing high levels of stress and frustration

I walked from the library with a pep in my step.
Our tests for college scores had been posted, and somehow I had managed to get an almost perfect score, and high enough to be accepted into an Ivy League.

Not that I even planned on going to college. Surely I could find a job that paid decently without a degree.

"Hey Dan, how'd ya do?" Ralph asked, slinging his arm around my shoulders. He reeked of cigarettes and cologne.

Instead of telling him my near perfect score, I lied. "Ahh man I fucking failed that dumb ass test." I laughed, brushing his arm off my shoulder.

"Same." He laughed, and proceeded to walk away, tripping a kid as he left.

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"So how did you do?" Kyle asked me, looking up from the paper. He took a quick sip of his hot chocolate, waiting for my answer.

"I uhh okay." I sighed, not wanting to tell him.
"How many did you miss?"

"I uh missed one question." I sighed, bringing the steaming cup of black coffee to my mouth.
"But that doesn't matter. How did you do?" I asked him, feeling uncomfortable talking about myself.

"I missed forty eight questions Dan." Kyle sighed, rubbing his hands together nervously, his ring a deep shade of grey.

"That's not too bad." I smiled, knowing that he didn't pass.

"It's terrible! How am I going to go to college? Nobody is going to take the kid who missed forty eight questions and didn't even pass!"

What I did next really surprised the both of us.

I took his small hands in mine, locking eyes with him. Finally I told him everything would be alright, and I'm pretty sure he believed me.

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I'll Finish posting what I have of this story by tonight:)