A Fearful Arrival

Quarter to ten, only fifteen minutes till the exam and only fifteen minutes till I join forces with failure. The brisk air trickles up my nose as I cross the door way entering the Gymnasium. The sight of a thousand worried souls gathering every last bit of preparation they have before we begin. I walk by their nervous faces as I make my way to my desk. My brain that is throbbing in sync with my heartbeat while I place myself in my long awaited seat, unprepared and not ready to begin. I stare into the deeply carved scars on my desk and run my hand through its smooth ripples. Frustration flares inside of me as I rethink my actions. If only I would have shown up to classes to learn and study, then maybe I wouldn’t be in this situation I am in right now. The bright florescent lights shine down over my head reflecting pictures on the newly waxed floor. Closer I become to uniting with this fateful test and only looking for a way out. Soon we will begin and in no time I’ll be cursed with this never ending agony that will haunt me for the rest of the day and the rest of my life. As the principal begins to make his way to the front I can slowly feel the stroke of heat from the ceiling lights steaming on my skin, bringing an atmosphere as hot as the sun. My adrenaline, pumping through my body as he hands me my test and wishing me luck before he passes on to the next student. I pick up the freshly sharpened pencil and begin to run it along the smooth surface of the paper. As I dive in to my test I rethink one more time the cause of my actions