I run down the hall. My glasses are slipping down my nose again. Put them up.
People staring at me as if I'm a maniac. -Ignore them-.
I turn to the left, nearly bumped into a couple of students.-Doesn't matter-.
I push my hand into my pocket, desperately searching for my phone. (I'm not a tidy person) I find my phone and pull it out, a tissue escaping my pocket. I bump into a student and continue my run.
"I'm sorry about that"
She, an oriental beauty, gives me the death stare. -There's no time for explanations-
Now I run up the stairs. I remember my phone and check the time (6:59 a.m) -Barnicels...-
I speed up. My crunchy can't hold on to my speed, slowly slipping down my hair.
-I'm gonna miss out on my exam, Imma gonna miss out on my exam, I won't...-
Makes a turn to the right. The bell rings. ~Baka~ I see my classmates, some of them looking eagerly at our teacher, who's looking for some papers. I get into the classroom, close the door behind me and get to my desk (third row, next to the window) some are checking through the cheat sheets, others are desperately discussing in the upcoming exam. Asking all sorts of question.
I'm still out of breath a little.
~it's nice having people to talk to, isn't it?~
I check my phone again. No one has messaged me...The teacher abruptly stands up, hiding each on of us our exams. He comes over at me, not even bothering to take a glance at me. I get my scrunchy and bind my hair into a bun again.
Grab my pen and start to answer questions, till I don't know the answer to one and I black out. -Remain calm- ~Idiot~ I revise what I had written ~You won't make it, and u know it~
I hear voices and hear a scream. Look around and just to see that everyone's perfectly calm. The teacher gives me an eye and I look back at my sheet of paper. ~give up~ I'm not of the sort that cries, but this really brought mr close.
I look at the clock (7:45) and hurriedly start to scribble everything that comes to mind---
Chapter's undone

YOU ARE READING
new beginning
General FictionI stare blankly at the wall again, my heart rate starts to rise. I feel this energy taking hold of me. I clinch my hands into fists. And I remember. I get out of bed, sit at my desk and inhale. Voices telling me, that I won't make it, negative press...