A/N: Oh, wow, she updates :\ Yeah, I’m gonna hide now…heartfelt apology at the end of the chapter (as per normal!) Oh, text between *** denotes a flashback, and excuse the PG-13(ish) sex scene...feel free to skip :D
This is it. The finals have arrived, my English GCSE starts in approximately 3 minutes. Pretty much every single piece of prep over the past 2 - scratch that, 11 - years had been for this 2 and a half hours of exam. Stress doesn't cover the emotions running through me at this moment.
In an attempt to calm down, my mind inadvertently flashes back to the previous night:
***For a little "Pre-Exam Detox" as my girlfriend had termed it, I'd sneaked into her house after she'd put her kids to bed.
Standing outside her bedroom window, a text informed her I was waiting. Laughing, she'd poked her head out of the window as I sarcastically recited a load of cliché romance quotes *insert here*, before she let me in through the back door. It took less than 10 seconds to realise exactly what this detox entailed...
Lying naked and completely satisfied, I exhaled loudly as I waited for my girlfriend to come round. When she climaxed, she'd somehow blacked out - I was both worried and rather impressed with myself. That certainly hadn't happened before; perhaps I was channelling all my stress and anxiety into pleasuring her? It's certainly had the desired effect.
A low whistle from the once lifeless body next to me breaks my thoughts. "Wow…that was intense…I've never had that before..." Sarah whispers, still drained.
"Really?" I ask, surprised.
"Really really, baby girl," she responds as she peppers kisses along my shoulder.
I glance at her bedside clock: 11:32. I pull away to dress and leave, but am promptly dragged back with considerable force.
"You're not going anywhere Madam..." my girlfriend says in a sultry voice, lowering herself on to me, completely barring all movement.
"I have an exam in the morning; I'd better be heading back..." The strength and warmth of the kiss I receive cuts me off.
"Sweetie, just stay with me? Please?" Sarah pleads. As our eyes meet, I immediately fall into their depths. Who am I to deny my girlfriend?
"Alright Princess, but if I'm late..." I say warningly, as we start all over again...***
“It is 9:29, you may now begin…” a booming voice interrupts the memory.
“Ok, Abby, focus. This is your real exam: this is NOT a mock. This is actually happening. Right, first task: well, finding the bloody question might be a start.” I panic internally – I really am not cut out for this much stress!
I flip the booklet open, to the page with ‘The Crucible’ questions on. I peer cautiously at the chosen topic:
“How does Miller present change in the character of John Proctor?”
“S***!" Is all that floats through my brain. Actually, this is workable – I think I can do this,” I think, attempting to calm myself down. “Proctor, yeah, Proctor. Sarah Proctor…” my brain wanders.
SHUT UP BRAIN!!! Wrong Proctor!
“John, John Proctor. Oh well, here goes nothing…” I finish as I pick up my pen and begin to write…
***1 hour 27 mins later***
Famous last words! That was absolutely appalling – the Crucible half was easily the WORST essay I’ve ever bothered to construct, and let’s not get started on the ‘To Kill a Mockingbird’ section. Well, not counting the one Sarah gave me detention over. And the awful Mockingbird one from Year 10, that I got a D- on. And that’s forgetting my Year 10 unseen Poetry mock, when I scored 4/16 (which is literally, the mark of gradable!). Ok, perhaps not the WORST, but those essays are on the list. And they are going to the examiners, to make up 40% of my GCSE.
I. Am. DOOMED!!!
Naturally, my friends dismiss my fears as “Typical bloody Abby!”, and even my girlfriend is less than sympathetic:
“What are you like?! You always say this, then I mark your work, and lo, behold, I’m writing: ‘A*. Fantastic work!’ across the top. Get a grip girl – although if it isn’t an A*, then you are travelling the wrong way up a rather famous creek. Without a paddle.” She finishes with a wink.
Sighing deeply, I fish my Physics book out of the depths of my schoolbag. Time to prepare for this afternoon’s exam. Oh, how I’m looking forward to leaving!
A/N 2: Firstly, I need to say this: I’m REALLY sorry for not updating since Easter Day :( The only excuse I have is a serious case of writer’s block, combined with the start of my own exams at school (Note To Self: 11 GCSEs is NOT a good idea, especially when they’re ALL exam based! 24 exams is TOO MUCH THINKING!!!). I kinda didn’t want to skip straight to the exam, coz that means it’s all coming to an end (I think I have about 4 chapters left in this *sobs dramatically*), but everything else I wrote just felt like repetition from before, which is super boring and no-one wants to read it, hence it’s taken nearly a month to get this out! Seriously though, I’m exam-free for about 11 days now, so my new goal is to have posted the final chapter by my own English Language exam (3rd June); if I haven’t, you all have my express permission to send death threats via social media (or at school!) in order to motivate me to finish. I swear ON MY LIFE that you WILL get updates a LOT faster now :) So yeah, I’m asking for your forgiveness *cue puppy-dog eyes* Oh, and as per normal, any ideas/help is greatly appreciated! Lots of love, Amiee xxx
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Teen Fiction***I've created a Pintrest board for this story - @xace28x and the EDTC board, so check out if you're interested*** What happens when Abby Williams, just an average teenager, falls in love with her beautiful English teacher, Sarah Proctor? And what...
