The ticking sound of the clock made him more anxious as the deadline approaches in a few seconds. He unconsciously made some clicking sound from his ball point pen while scribbling nothing but abstract lines on a piece of an uncreased paper while dripping buckets of sweat making his plain white uniform drenched.
"10, 9, 8... 3, 2, 1!"
He sighs relief while arranging his things into his bag.
"Are you that excited?" She asked as she playfully twirls her hair.
" You won't believe me either if I said no." He plastered a smirk on his face as he stood up to leave and hand her out his paper.
"You've got to be kidding me?" She blankly stares at him.
"Well, I guess we all have our own limits."
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One-shot: shortest of them all
Short StoryCollection of one-shots and random thoughts that will left you hanging.
