This is the prologue for Where it Hurts
“You have three minutes. Attention! Three minutes until the examination will be collected!” she was wearing a pink hat with some kind of feather sticking out and stilettos that went “click, click, click”.
I groaned. I had been sitting here for nearly two hours, like a dummy, yes, a dummy. Who sits on their butt, (that’s very cold by the way), on some ancient chair, to do a test? A very, super duper, boring, test.
One name comes in my mind: Natalie Goodman. Which is, by the way, me, and since the last time I checked, Natalie Goodman does not like sitting on ancient chairs, with her two butt cheeks being very, very cold, doing at test. A hard test that explodes peoples brains, and then puts the rest on fire (if there is any).
So, what the heck am I doing here? Yes, that’s the question I would like to be answered, but the thing is, it’s not. And, I am assuming, you’d like many questions to be answered, as well.
It all started out… two weeks ago. When my mom comes over, while I’m having a perfectly good breakfast with a banana, and a waffle (the ones with blueberries), and says, “Hey, you should start on those magnet program essays, okay?”
NO!! THAT IS NOT OKAY! YOU HAVEN’T EVEN TOLD ME ABOUT THIS THINGY, WHATEVER IT IS! “Sure. I’ll start after breakfast.” Done, finished, period. No more questions. My life. Yeah, my life’s pretty much a big period, a big THE END.
So… yeah. And that’s how I got to be here. In this room, doing this test. “Attention! Attention! The examination is over, please pass your papers to Mr. Reed, or myself."
I heard pencils furiously scribbling on papers, I heard ruffles of papers being collected, I heard people greeting their parents - one of them asked if they could now go to the movies. I sat. I looked at my papers.
What did I see? Questions, and answers. I didn't know why I did it, I could of just sat there, but something inside me just screamed “DO IT! DO THE TEST!”.
So, I did it. I did the freaking test. I passed mine in last, and went through the door, into the lobby, where most of the other kids and parents had already left.
“You okay?” my mom asked. I grinned, and thought…
I liked the way you went on a tangent about the cold seat and how you described little things that didn't really matter all that much, like the blueberry waffles.
