- Sunday –
Pretty girl entered the classroom,
All the desks lined up,
In Straight Horizontal Lines
All the students were READY,
Levitated
Their confidence off of them,
She felt Small, She was nervous,
Though she knew she was all set,
She sat at her assigned seating,
down
Pen in hand, Paper on table,
The Clock started,
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock
The sound of the pens colliding with the paper was only a form of,
Distraction
Clouding her cognitive thinking,
Her mind raced to different places,
Basic answers
S
L
I
P
I
N
G
A
W
A
Y
She wondered,
Can
I
Pass
This
Quiz
?
She griped onto her pen,
Held in her breath,
And started,
Everything s l o w l y C_O_N_N_E_C_T_E_D,
She wrote down every solution,
Every answer,
She got into the rhythm,
The clock stopped,
Pens were put
Down,
The
Quiz
Was
Over
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Pretty Girl
Short StoryPretty girl attends the quaint college of Oakwood, and everyone knows who she is. Although, they don't know her name, or all that much about her. She's just seen as pretty. A rumor begins to brew within the college that a guy is going to ask her out...
