I was nervous. Hands shaking, palms sweaty, and a wretched feeling deep in my gut. I was nauseous. Ready to spew out that, whatever it was, I had for lunch. I was terrified. Rocking back in forth in my plastic chair, praying to whatever God is listening, and asking them for whatever help they are willing to give.
It was fucking finals day, and shit was about to get real. Computer's on, minds in tune, and knuckles cracked. EVERYONE was prepared, but me. I of course had spent the whole weekend watching Stranger Things, over and over. But I had a little trick up my sleeve. Our school had decided to take the finals on computers this year, which saves trees and the grades of people like me. I had 60 seconds to change my grade from fail to pass once I hit the end, and the clock was ticking.
Let the race begin...
