WHAT A TWIST!

Chapter 110

As I stood there, gazing down at Na Yeon's pleading expression, a sense of detachment washed over me like a cold wave. Her words, laced with desperation and urgency, failed to pierce the armor I'd built around myself. I was resolute in my decision, and I wouldn't let her words sway me.

Just then, the loudspeaker crackled to life, and a booming voice echoed across the school grounds. "Attention, final-year students! It's time for your exams. Please make your way to the designated exam halls, where you'll receive your IDs and writing materials. The exams will commence shortly."

The announcement was a welcome interruption, a distraction from Na Yeon's pitiful pleas. I turned to Racy, who was behind me, her eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before us. "Looks like it's showtime," I said, my voice firm and resolute. "Let's get going."

With a nod, Racy fell into step beside me, and we merged with the stream of students flowing towards the exam halls. Na Yeon, still kneeling on the ground, was quickly forgotten in the chaos as we disappeared into the crowd.

As we walked, a mix of emotions swirled within me – nerves about the upcoming exams, but also a sense of relief that this semester was drawing to a close. I squared my shoulders, feeling a surge of determination course through my veins. Bring it on, I thought, a fierce glint in my eye. I was ready to face whatever the exams threw my way.

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As I collected my exam materials, the administrator's efficient hands handed me a crisp packet with my name and exam details emblazoned on it. "You're in Building A, Room 304," she said, her voice a gentle dismissal.

Meanwhile, Racy received her own packet, her eyes scanning the details before she smiled her thanks. The administrator's nod was brief. "And you're in Building C, Room 201."

Our eyes met, and I felt a pang of separation. "I'll catch up with you later, okay?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper.

Racy's smile was reassuring. "Good luck with your exam! I'll see you after mine."

With a brief nod, we parted ways, our footsteps diverging as we headed towards our respective exam halls. The fluorescent lights overhead seemed to hum in tandem with my racing heart, while Racy disappeared into the crowd, bound for her own destiny.

I navigated the labyrinthine corridors of Building A, my footsteps echoing off the walls as I searched for Room 304. Finally, I spotted the room number, and a wave of relief washed over me. I had made it just in time.

As I approached the room, a stern-looking security guard stood sentinel outside, his eyes scanning the students with an air of authority. He held a security list and a scanner, his movements precise and efficient. Students ahead of me were searched, their bags and pockets scrutinized with a meticulous attention to detail.

I felt a flutter in my chest, my anxiety spiking as I waited my turn. I had taken precautions, leaving my phone in my room to avoid any potential issues. The guard's gaze was piercing, and I wondered what he would do if he found something suspicious.

When it was my turn, the guard's eyes locked onto mine, his expression unreadable. He scanned me with practiced ease, his movements swift and thorough. I held my breath, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You're clear," he said finally, his voice firm but polite.

I exhaled slowly, feeling a sense of relief wash over me. I pushed open the door and stepped into the exam room, the fluorescent lights overhead casting an unforgiving glare. My nerves jangled, but I steeled myself for the challenge ahead. It was time to focus, to channel my anxiety into determination. I took a deep breath and prepared to face the exam head-on.

my mind was reeling with the thought that I would be graduating from high school soon. It felt surreal, like just yesterday I was a freshman, nervous and unsure of what lay ahead. Now, here I was, sitting in this hall, about to take an exam that would determine my future.

I found a seat and sat down, feeling the chill of the air-conditioned air on my skin. The seat was cold, and I could feel the coolness seeping into my bones. I shivered slightly, wondering why they had to crank up the AC so high. It was already cold outside, and now I was sitting in a hall that felt like a refrigerator.

Graduation was just around the corner, and soon I would be moving on to a new chapter. The thought was both exhilarating and terrifying. What lay ahead?

The door creaked open, and a stern-faced proctor strode into the exam hall, her eyes sweeping the room with an air of authority that commanded attention. Two assistants trailed behind her, their footsteps quiet on the floor as they began to distribute the exam papers and answer sheets with military precision.

"Please ensure that your desks are clear of any materials," the proctor announced, her voice firm and commanding, like a judge pronouncing sentence. "You may not begin until instructed to do so."

The assistants moved with the efficiency of well-oiled machines, their movements choreographed to perfection as they placed a packet of papers on each desk. I watched, my eyes drawn to the rhythmic motion, as they approached my row, their footsteps a gentle hum on the floor.

Once the papers had been distributed, the proctor began to explain the exam procedures, her voice steady and clear, like a metronome marking time. "You have three hours to complete the exam. Please read the instructions carefully and ensure that you fill out your answer sheet correctly."

As she finished speaking, the assistants handed out the test booklets with a soft rustle, like a sigh of anticipation. The proctor's voice cut through the silence once more. "You may begin."

The room fell silent, the only sound the soft scratch of pens on paper, the rustle of pages turning, and the tick-tock of the clock on the wall, marking the passage of time with relentless precision. I took a deep breath, my eyes scanning the questions, and began to answer, my pen moving swiftly across the page, like a dancer following the rhythm of the music.

Time seemed to compress, the minutes ticking away with alarming speed, as I focused on completing the exam to the best of my ability. My mind was a whirlwind of thoughts, my pen moving in perfect sync, as I poured my knowledge onto the page, like a river flowing to the sea.