The inability to concentrate was really starting to kick in. Silence was too powerful in many situations and apparently this was one of them. Scratching sounds of paper against the desk as people turned their pages echoed in the awfully large hall, which was both relaxing and terrifying. The sound provided a realization to keep on trying however reminded her that the other students had moved on to the next question.
Poppy sat up straight and stared at the clock just above her. Maths was hard enough as it was never mind having to be timed and tested. 45 minutes left. She flicked through the abnormally large exam paper before scanning the room. Watching other people and the invigilators was her only pass time, she had tried most questions but never really got as far as solving a problem with 100% certainty. she held pen to paper and underlined important information that could be needed later on in the question. It was said by the class "nerd" Jenny Marks that it was a technique that really helped the numbers jump off the page, *but why would you want that?* Poppy thought to herself as she replayed the scene in her head.
"10 minutes remaining" the invigilator boomed down the microphone, poppy looked up from reading all the hateful notes on her desk and a look of desperation took over her face. A quick skim through and a scribble of random workings was necessary at this point in time.
Poppy was 16, doing her GCSE's. She wasn't the smartest, not the thickest either, just average, just normal. Everyone always told her that she could go far if she put in the effort, the effort she doesn't have. Her dream is to travel, see the world, meet new people, work all over. Being stuck down terrified her. The image of her in an office 24/7 was not even an option for her, in all honesty, she believed her photography and modelling would get her as far as she needed. Already her long brown hair and her ability to to share a beautiful scene had gotten her a few 100 followers on instagram, 548 to be exact. her whole life was on that thing, every memory, every outfit.
"Time up! pens down!" the microphone bellowed for the last time.
