...Is how it should have gone. Around the third time she read the same paragraph over, though, it was time to admit that something was off today. Akira replaced her bookmark, resettled her glasses, and took a look around the classroom. Nothing out of the ordinary, of course; but she still felt... uneasy. As she put her finger on it, the feeling grew, until her book was (almost!) all but forgotten.
"There must be something I'm missing here," she muttered, casting a glance over at the students sitting nearby. None of them seemed concerned at all! That meant it was a personal issue, surely, and nothing that... could affect... Akira felt the blood drain from her face as she finally paid enough attention to the scanboard to read the note scribbled there in Toshiko-sensei's preferred red ink: English test today! Hope you all studied! That... was not good.
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As Natsumi entered the classroom, she scowled. Half at the unfortunate note on the blackboard about an English test, and partly about the fact that that Sasaki girl had taken the seat in the back row next to the window. Natsumi couldn't blame her, per se, but it was certainly inconvenient. Not that it mattered. There were more pressing matters to worry about, namely the upcoming English test that she had spent last night not studying for. Today is going to be one of those days... She thought to herself as she slipped into the seat in front of the one she had wanted.
edited 26th Feb '11 9:40:35 PM by JapaneseTeeth
Of course, whose idea had it been to stay up reading fiction instead of studying? Whose arrogance had led her to believe that reading translated works by American authors was pretty much the same thing? Who was it who had dawdled in the park until it was almost dark last night, just to avoid having to study with her college-student brother? Akira's fingers balled into fists - then all of a sudden, the anger drained out of her. It was just one test, after all. There was no reason to get so worked up over one test. After all, it wasn't like her grades were all that impressive anyway. The passing grade she would somehow manage to squeak out might even look good next to her long list of truly mediocre - low mediocre - scores; and even if she did have to repeat the grade, perhaps that extra year of school would improve her chances of actually passing an entrance exam.
"Who am I kidding?" Akira muttered, standing up. There was no way this could end well. Whatever happened would be embarrassing - a bare passing grade only underscoring her usual incompetence, or a failing mark damning her to an endless cycle of junior year with progressively younger and younger girls snickering behind their hands at her. As she stepped out from her desk, she barked her shin on the support post; Half-Baked Wonderland fell from the surface and hit the tiled floor, spilling the two bookmarks from their places. She paid it no attention. There was nothing to be done; nothing at all could—
There was an answer.
It hit her with a force like a slap. The simplest solution of them all - and such an easy trip to take. Down the hall, two rights, up five flights of stairs, through the sheetmetal door to the roof... and then...
"Sensei? I... don't feel well. May I go to the nurse's office?"\
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- Umberto Eco: Baudolino
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