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❇Chapter 12❇

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(Another time skip) ⏩

Call it whatever you want to, call it... "hell, call it certain death, call it excruciating," whatever you must but it was definitely here to stay. If you read the title of this chapter of my life you guessed right, if you did? It was exams and it definitely wasn't going to go away anytime soon even though I really wished it would.

"Blair," Mrs Dollie announced my name, "you're writing in room 62."

They separated the classes in alphabetical order from each class until grade 11. The grade 12's always wrote on their own since it was their final year.

Honestly, I was scared. I was walking into a class of different grades now, not just my own grade. Yeah, granted some of the people going to be in room 62 with me were people from my class but the rest, the other higher graders, I didn't know. What can I say I only mingled with the people who were in the same age group as me or in my class but mostly just people who were in my class if I was being really honest with you and not to mention myself. I was a sad potato.

I'm not a social butterfly okay, I'm more of an antisocial bat, even though I can be bubbly at times but that's not the point. The point is that I was nervous. Not that I had to be, I mean, it's not like I was going to this room to make new friends of different age groups might I add, no I was just going there to write my exams and go home. Yes, I was going to be stuck with this people for three or four weeks but it's all good and hopefully they don't even pay attention or recognise my "existence."

I was beyond wrong with that thought though and during my exams I really hated the fact that the higher graders would look at me and there was a really irritating one who sat right behind me. He often annoyed the bejeezus out of me and for some reason he wouldn't stop playing with my hair. Everytime I'd rest my head on the desk when I was finished writing he'd mess with my hair.

I'm not that over my hair but... ☝that's pretty much what I wanted to say. But censored of course. I'm polite.

The girl from my neighbourhood was in this class with me as well and lucky for her, she practically knew all the higher graders so no one really bothered with her, not the same can be said for me though and also because of the fact that I "never knew anyone" if I forgot a pencil or something I needed at home, I couldn't ask for any help because I never knew anyone which should be obvious.

The good news though was that my friend Kait was also in this class since we were kind of close to the last letters of the alphabet when it came to our surnames but unfortunately we were seated a distance away from each other since "teachers" didn't want us cheating, not that we would.

It was terrible that I had to be surrounded by strangers I do admit, but I just had too keep a straight face and get through it even though it did eat at me to the very core of my existence. I know it wasn't a big deal but I was well, I felt like a tiny fish in a huge ocean that was infested with sharks and those sharks in my eyes were the higher graders so you put yourself in my shoes and tell me that it's no big deal.

Of course I was hyperventilating mentally but I just had to play it cool and pretend that I didn't care or that I was too oblivious to notice the eyes following my every move.

(Time skip again) (SOorry) ⏩

⚠DON'T GIVE ME A TIME MACHINE⚠
(I'll probably jump around a lot)

On the third week of exams our "venue" of room 62 had changed and we had to be moved to room 41 which was my maths class originally and ironically on that day we wrote maths. I hoped to god the maths teacher wasn't going to be there though, not that I didn't study, but in grade 8 I surprisingly enjoyed, as much as it pains me to say it, maths.

The Maths Sir was there though but then again he was almost never absent now that I think about it. I walked to the class. We formed an "orderly line" as he instructed and there out of nowhere *Bam* you already know who it is. This has to be a coincidence, I thought to myself as I saw the boy who always watches me, who I think name is James or maybe I miss heard?

To be continued...

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