She teetered between both ends. Should she or should she not? This, after all, could make or break her. She absolutely was not ready for this.
The one time she hoped there would be a delay. She had woken up that morning only to receive the news. She suddenly had a sense of foreboding and her entire morning was ruined.
She had put off taking a look all day. Quite frankly she did not know what to expect. If it was not good, her entire summer break would be ruined. If it was bad and she kept quiet, her parents were bound to ask. Worse still, some outsider could tell them about it. Then she would only have so much time to stall.
Who came up with this dreadful system of rating anyway? Why should numbers and some letters have to define a person anyway? After all, nothing is ever actually a hundred percent accurate.
Taking a deep breath, she finally came to a decision. She could not ignore it forever. What was coming would come and she had no choice but to meet it when it did.
She was going to check it. The horrifying results of the exams she had written. The results whose arrival had caused her to age ten years in a day.
She typed in her matriculation number and clicked on enter. There, she had done it. She blinked and the page loaded. "Well, here goes nothing..."
Nia
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