She stared at the paper. Unable to look away from the number scrawled in red pen at the bottom. But I studied so hard…
Her eyes moved to the top of the paper. Read, reread, re-reread the words. That's my name sure enough.
She flopped down on a chair and hid her face in her hands. This is embarrassing. How could I do so badly?
She curled into a ball and started crying. 49 out of 50! That's not like me!
An: Sorry to the people who reviewed before but I realised that I should've put it here.