The white clock on the wall is mocking me!
Counting down the minutes until I fail this test.
It makes no sense.
Hey, why aren’t there any posters hung up in Ms. Pierce’s room? I never noticed that before.
I need something to take my mind off this paper. This paper that will destroy my GPA.
Oh my god…I’m grinding my teeth. I never grind my teeth.
Wow. Look how interesting this pencil looks when I twirl it. Why is the second hand on that clock moving so slowly? And how is everyone else still working on this test? I can’t make sense of it. I read the novel, but this question doesn’t make any sense. Look at Harry. Furiously scribbling. I hate him.
He knows the answers to everything. Ms. Pierce’s is reading a book. Really? At a time like this, she is just sitting there reading? She’s mean. Whoa. There’s the bell.
My paper is still blank. I think I’m going to have a heart attack. Great. Everyone’s getting ready to go. I’d better turn in my paper. But really, what’s the point? It’s blank. I guess I’ll just turn it in. Wait, what? Ms. Pierce’s is going to grade our papers right now? How can she do that? I think I’m going to turn to stone. She’s making everyone sit back down. Why is she shuffling through the papers so fast? Wait, she stopped on one. I think it’s mine. Here we go. My heart’s pounding through my chest. She’s going to announce to everyone that I’ve failed. Wait, what? I am the only one who passed? It was a test to see if we could read directions, and it said not to write anything down?
Ha! Take that, Harry Potter! Take that, clock!