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I said in a low voice “Hey.” She smiled. The class is quiet like a graveyard. No music or yelling. Everyone's waiting for the morning test. I looked back subtly, Elliot's at the last seat. Back bencher. He's flipping his pen like he doesn't care there's a test. Trevor isn't in class yet. I wonder where he was going when we bumped into each other. Weird. He's always early for tests. Never play with academics. One thing people loved about him. Yes, he was a menace to school but he wasn't dumb. I looked front and Brent walked in with a stack, manilla folder.

Natalia seemed to me an outgoing and somewhat calm girl. "Okay," I agreed, tightened my Triskelion necklace and we went up some stairs to find the classroom. When we got to the classroom, Natalia and I sat in the last places near a huge window overlooking the forest. The other students came and sat down. A teacher appeared at the door, he was a little older, tall and thin. What's more, he seemed to be exercising for his more or less muscular body. "Good morning," he tells us. "I hope you have studied because we have a test today." The students booed and complained.

he muddled really good that I didn’t understand. Whatever he said I guess it was better than stolen flowers. My classmates settled down when Engr. Murray came. He is our acting class adviser since Engr. Evans was on leave. He was carrying a bundle of papers and framed certificates. I guess those are our test papers. “Good morning class. Today I will return your test results but before that, I would like to congratulate the students who earned a place on the top ten in the midterm exams in this class. If I call your name please come forward.” He grabbed two certificates at the same time. “We got a couple on top one. Serra Hilario and Grey Preston,” he announced.

She had to be at the top­—the best grade in the class. The elderly professor moved to the front of the room, dropping a small handful of remaining tests on his desk and turning to face the class. A quick adjustment to his glasses and he scanned the room, his eyebrow raising at the noise. "This was your final test for my class. I know some of you are graduating on Saturday, and I congratulate you. If you failed this test and subsequently this class and it's holding you back from graduating, that's your problem. You were given every opportunity to do well in here. If you failed, then you worked hard to do so."

“You're having a test in the next hour.” The woman walked toward the class exit. Then she looked back at us and looked at me. “Caleb. You'll go through the last topic you were taught and write down ten questions good for a test. The rest of them will engage in this test and you won't. Do you understand me?” Before I would give a reply, she was out of the classroom, but a smile— A smile was on my countenance. With pride, I got up. It was time. Time to feel very much better.

"Page 195 of the textbook is your bestfriend for the test in our next class" There was groans and mumbling. Mr. Greg was in love with handing out unnecessary tests, and do well to pass all because you never know which of the tests this devil was going to use to add up a grade point. The bell went for the next class which is.... English Language.

She did not want to give him any reason to flip her off. And when the icy bite of a sensation from his skin cut off her breath—her brain rolling in haywire—Clara let him drag her past the barren fields, cozy buildings, and elegant structures to where a few students were concentrated on the wide expanse of land. In murmurs and hushes came the wild guesses of the possible end result of the exam. After all, strength and power was the deciding factor. And each student shared their sentiment on why and why they shouldn’t be in a particular class. The most dreaded one? The third class. The class for the weakest, placed below the food chain while the strong ones seized the throne at the top.

I stepped out of the staffroom, letting the door click shut behind me, the noise swallowed by the flood of students streaming into their classrooms. ——— Hours passed. The test came and went. And now, as students crowded the halls, heads bowed over their phones, murmurs rippled through the academy. The Test results were out. Eliza leaned close, eyes scanning her screen. “What did you get?” I glanced at mine. A small smile tugged at my lips. “I did well.” And I had. I didn’t want it to be too perfecte, just a good grade to get a good degree.

Replied Nox he stood up from his chair and walked to the front of the class. After Mr. Kyle had chosen the class leader, he chose the vice-president of the class. Mr. Kyle thinks that being vice-president of the class is the second rank of the entrance exam. Then, he saw the list on the paper he was carrying. "Ah, it's bad! I'm the one who got hit again!" murmured Evelina. Rissa hears Evelina's words and says that she believes she will be fine and that Evelina has been used to arranging her friends since she was from elementary school. Evelina took a deep breath. "All right," Evelina said with a smile.

"The she-goat." "Elena! Don't think I haven't been hearing your mutters. One more word from your mouth and I'll pick you out of this class, trust that you won't be taking this-" "Oh, fuck you! Fuck you!" Matthews palmed his head at her words, while the rest of the class let out gasps of surprise. "I don't even want to take this stupid test." "Oh really? Well, guess what? That test will be taking fifty percent of your assessment score and seeing that you need at least fifty-five percent to-"