To Acquire Fame

  Prologue

                I tapped my favorite pencil against the dull edge of my desk. I toyed with it merrily, bending the eraser slightly, over and over again. I, Elise Benette, didn’t want to be sitting in an exam room full of people that would be forgotten over time. No one cares of these blank faces focusing so intently on rather simple math equations, in my opinion.

                These people wouldn’t be ultimately successful. In this room of idiots it was possible one or two could be a doctor, a lawyer, or such. These two people; they’d help a couple people, do what they ‘love’, possibly get married, be rich, say they lived ‘happily’, and die off.

                The same cycle repeats itself throughout time. Cemeteries have an abundant amount of grey stones engraved with names of these ‘successful and happy’ people who no one has heard of. They are to be visited a couple times before their visitors meet the same fate. Another stone is added.

                The cycle is yet again, repeated.

                So I, Elise Benette, refuse to be another stone in a cemetery who no one gives a second glance to.

                I will be remembered.

                Unlike the girl sitting a few desks down who began coughing violently, grasping her chest for dear life. People turned their faces to her fearfully. The exam proctor with, a non-faltering sense of urgency, made his way to her and called 911. People left their seats to see what the fuss was about.

                The girl passed out.

                Utter hell broke loose.

                Oh goody, we’ll probably have to retake exam this now.