Luci was ushered into the examination hall to write her entrance exam. The subject was English, the one language she feared the most to even think in. It haunted her every night as the only proper sentence she knew was, “What is your name?” The invigilator was a stern old lady with a bat face and that put her off immediately. The teacher thought her reaction was melodramatic when she handed the paper to the little girl.
She blinked at the paper, twitching her ultra-sharpened pencil in her hand. Her Aunt Riva had prepared her for the exam the night before and she was an alumnus of this prestigious school Luci was trying to get in. Feeble images of the comprehension flashed through her mind, she knew what she was looking at, she just needed to reach towards it and grab the answers. She dug her nails into her thighs, nervous and flushed. She prayed that her answers were right.
Nonchalantly, she glanced at the only large window that looked over the classroom. Her aunt Riva stood on the other side and hope surged through her. She gestured to Luci to continue writing her paper. That was all the boost Luci needed, she knew what she had to do. She reread each question two to three times, the comprehension answers were within the passage itself. She was so pleased with her work that she grinned at the invigilator. “Kindly hand over your paper, young lady.” The lady said in a clipped tone.
Luci placed the answer sheets on the teacher’s desk and left the room light-heartedly.
This post is a part of Three Word Wednesday (3WW).