Seventy Five

Not to forget, she ignored some and did not spend time on them. As she has just an hour and half to finish it up and move to the second subject. She could hear the clock tick at every passing second. Her palms already turned cold and sweaty as she wrote down her answers. She was nervous. Why?

For once, she stopped writing and closed her eyes tightly. She inhaled and exhaled. She did it for three times. Before, she took her pen again and started writing this time, she tuned everything out. Even the man and the clock.

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“Three minutes to go.” She heard. There was nothing more to write. She opened her answer booklet and started cross-checking everything she wrote. “A minute to go.” She heard again. The man stood before her with hands extended out towards her. She looked up and gently places the paper in his hand. She breathed out deeply and a satisfactory smile curved her lips. To her, she did her best. She really tried. She stood up and shove the chair back a bit. She packed her writ