When I arrive at Beverly Academy (I know it sounds posh, but it's really far from it), I glance over to the radio clock of my car. It's 8:50 and I have a few minutes left to kill so I can talk to my friends. Once parked I make my way through the gates and over to my locker. Taking most of the stuff out, only leaving what I expect I'll need in two weeks. Leaving the magnet board and pictures, not feeling right as it feels like a usual school day. Seeing Nick by his locker I go over.
"Hey Nick." He swings around obviously not seeing me.
"Oh hi Bailey, are you nervous for your results? I know I am!" He furrows his brows ready for my reply, Nick is the worrying friend. Always anxious.
"A little," I lie to comfort him, and he sighs in relief, "but I know you'll do great! Remember your mocks? So worried but came out on top!" I say, thinking back. He thought that was the worst exam he'd sat, but in the end was the best in the class by miles.
"Sure, there's no saying it'll be the same though."
"Whatever you think doesn't matter because in about 5 minutes we'll be in that form room and opening our envelopes," I try to say softly, not sounding too harsh, "So chill and let's go over." He reluctantly nods.
"Maybe your right, whatever."
***
We enter the room with the unmistakable faint yellow folders stamped with REPORTS on the front, our names scribbled underneath, the writer seemingly in a rush. I eerily walk to my desk glancing over to my teacher-Mrs Forchroft- who's giving a reassuring smile. Nick takes his seat beside mine and gulps, everyone in the room silent and staring at the teacher as the bells goes.
"Now listen class, I know you are all eager to read your reports and of course you can." Everyone looks down and begins to chatter around the room, "BUT," she raises her voice, "firstly I would like to explain once more. You have four weeks to make your decisions on the options you may have and or choose to take. We will return one month today with your concrete decisions and send them off. Within this time you can experience, if you chose to participate, in different workshop, open days and trails depending on your options. Think everything through with anyone you can and any teachers you would like advice from you may talk to today. Also the school hours are as normal, so if you wouldn't want to talk to any of your peers or teachers then you can leave during lunch. Finally..."groans emerge, "Hurry up!" Someone shouts from the back of the room. "Alright alright, class. Without further ado, you can rip open your envoy opens in..."
"THREE..."
"TWO..."
"ONE!!" We all scream.
As she nods looking around at the students, as if on cue, instantly in unison the sound of ripping and the room fills with triumphant yeses and miserable ahhs. Turning to a smiling and overwhelmed Nick by my side I smirk and look down at my own.
I rip off the top and pull out the sheets, the top reading my name-it suddenly becomes real. Although the pain in my stomach, I lift out the rest that reads...
Report
Name:Bailey Bennson
Age:17
School:Beverly Academy
Comments:
I am very proud of you Bailey. I knew you could do it and go for gold. With this grade you can do anything that you would like, and peruse your dreams. Don't give up now! You have been offered a scholarship in any subject you would like, but the only thing is that there is a fee of $750. I understand it may be expensive so the school are prepared to give out some, $300 being our maximum allowance. The reason behind the payment is for accommodation for three years-the catch being any possible choices being in Europe. For more details please go to: WWW.scholarshipsforyou.CO.UK , and don't forget you can always email my school email account for any questions you'll have.
Keep up the good work!
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The Scholarship
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