Sick
Tap, tap, tap. The tip of his pencil slammed against the paper impatiently, synonymous to his agitated tapping foot. How to solve this question? He bit his pencil as the hand on the clock ticked by each mark, intensifying the urgent yet silent atmosphere. His eyes bore into the paper, furiously filtering through the chunk of formulas systematically stored in his head. Which one, which one. He tilted his head, eyes still plastered onto the question. Ah! With a sudden jerk, his hand flew into the air and the tip of his pencil barely scraped across the answer sheet –
*SNNIIFFFF*
That *SNNIIFFFF* will belong to ME. Why? Worse luck, I’m down with the flu, and exams begin the day after tomorrow. I’m going to be one of those annoying students who sneeze, sniff and noisily and revoltingly blow mucus into tissues. The silence will break upon my sneeze.
This sucks big time. I hate falling sick, nostrils deserve to be free and unclogged. Throats deserve to feel smooth and supple when we swallow. Foreheads deserve to be free from headache spells and heat. Ugh, I can foresee an unfortunate week full of sniffles and distress in store.
*sad face*