Closed Book Exam Novels & Stories

the exam supervisor said, walking out. Alice and Octavia’s eyes met in the hall. Octavia wore a vicious sneer on her face. The papers were distributed, and the exam had officially begun. It was pretty easy because Alice had a photographic memory and had read the specific areas that were expected. She flipped through her leaflet, ticking off the answers. The exam had 200 multiple-choice questions and no essay, meaning there was only one correct answer per question. Octavia looked at Alice from her peripheral vision, noting how fast she flipped the pages and ticked her answers—faster than humanly possible.

We'll protect you the whole way. I looked at the screens and nodded quietly. Then, I stepped out of the vehicle and walked toward the testing center alone. I walked through the security checkpoint, went past the entrance gate, and got to my assigned seat. At the front of the room, the proctor carried a sealed packet of exam papers to the podium. The starting bell rang. For the first time that day, I finally picked up my pen. … The bell signaling the end of the exam rang right on schedule. I unzipped my school jacket and placed my admission slip and ID card back into the waterproof pouch. Then, I secured it against my waist again.

“All right students you have approximately one hour and forty-five minutes to complete this exam. The first part of this exam will be multiple choice. You will have forty-five minutes for this part of the test. Make sure to have your scientific calculator and two pencils sharpened and ready. The second part will be a written essay. You will have an hour to complete this section of the test. No talking will be permitted during the time of this exam. If you are caught cheating, you will automatically be given an F and will have failed this course for this semester. You will also have to leave the classroom and report to the Dean's office. The time is set, you may now all begin. Please open you

"How could you turn in a blank exam?" "Why are you angrier about my blank exam than I am?" I asked with a cold smile. "Did you plan from the beginning to steal my score?" The question silenced her instantly. Lydia swallowed and stammered, "Steal your score? That's ridiculous nonsense!" The Prescotts finally reacted. One of them snatched the acceptance package from my hands, inspected it, then threw it to the floor. "Do you know that forging a university acceptance letter is a crime?" Ms. Parker trembled with anger and stepped in front of me. "Evelyn has always been one of the strongest students in her class. She would never forge an acceptance letter. This is -"

She shelved the book carefully, spine-inward, exactly as she'd found it. Then she went to find an elemental theory text, because she had an assessment in two hours and she was not going to walk into it unprepared. The lower testing hall was precisely what its name suggested: below the main academic floors, accessible by a set of stairs that smelled of damp stone and old magic, the air in the stairwell slightly too warm in a way that felt intentional rather than architectural. Forty first-year students filled the hall's benches. Three examiners sat at a long table at the front, each with a different apparatus before them — crystal spheres, calibrated measuring instruments, something that look

Now it's coming full circle as they need me and I'm ready to go back home. I first need to take this Economics exam before then transitioning over to e-learning so that I can continue studying from the comfort of my own home. My home with my family. With my pack. The door is closed, meaning the exam is about to start, so I quickly slam the door open before I march in. I scan the room and look over at my usual spot. There they are. My so-called friends. They all look a bit surprised seeing I dressed like this. Alex raised his hand, motiones for me to come and sit next to him as usual, and smiled warmly towards me. What. The. Actual. F*ck.

While enjoying the food that they both order for take-out, Damian cleared out his throat so Tito and I look at him. “I will be conducting an exam three days from now. So while you have the chance to read the book, you have two days to read it like what I have said earlier.” My eyes widen. “You did not tell the class! Three days from now? That’s harsh!” I stated while not looking at him. He groan all of a sudden so I look at him this time. “I did. How can you know if you are always absent in class, going on a lunch with your Thesis partn—“

She took my answer sheet and quickly opened the papers of the question booklet, trying to cover my desk so that no one could notice that my answer sheet was not at my desk. I made a promise to Faith and me that we would help each other in exams. After some time, she returned my answer sheet. After two days, I return to the exam hall. We get two days off for preparation of our mathematics exam. What if I get a fail? I try to study but can't be able to study the full syllabus? What's going to happen now? I scrapped my hand through my hair while eyeing the door. I suddenly got bumped into the bench.

“Well, everyone but Mr. Somers. I’m adding a full letter grade onto yours just for trying.” “Sweet!” exclaimed Christian. Dr. Smith laughed a bark-like laugh. “Ha! Yeah… I’m just kidding. Here pass these out for me.” He tossed a pile of tests to Christian as he continued, “For the first portion of the exam, you won’t be allowed to use a calculator or tablet, so put them away.” The class grumbled varying complaints as they replaced the electronics in their bags. “Yeah, yeah, I know you hate me right now—”

she gave in without argument. He connected the video and the exam venue was brought into view. Royce's exam hall consisted of less than fifty students which made it easier for us to see. The exam was strictly conducted by three examiners and from the look of things, there was no chance of cheating without being caught. The video came to end without any traces of Royce conducting malpractice. "What did you find in his answer booklet?" He asked the principal since the footage couldn't provide evidence to prove his innocent "Marking scripts that belong to the subject teacher." She responded