Exam

As I put my pen to paper, he stared at me, looking at me with an unpleasant feeling. 

I didn't know this man, this man didn't know me, yet I felt his glare gazing upon me as I put my pen to paper. 

Never a keen writer was I, especially after a football collided with my hand just weeks before. 

The adrenaline and panic from then mimicked my feeling now. 

Fifty-eight minutes and thirty-four seconds spoke the clock and I looked back to the paper which had only the printed writing. 

Tick tock went the clock and the man was still staring at me. 

I studied the printed writing and questioned how I was to answer. 

I read over the same question, over and over again, hoping for a miracle to remember what I was taught back in the first weeks of the academic year. 

My mind flicked a switch, turning on the light-bulb which was ever going out. 

I grinned to myself and the man was still staring at me as I put my pen to paper and let the ink spread across my page writing the answer which I hoped was correct. 

Fifty-six minutes and thirteen seconds and the man finally looked away from me, letting me continue, alone. 

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Again this was classwork, we had to write a poem about a single moment in our life. This was work from yesterday, that I forgot to upload.